The past was around my head

Like a halo.

Illuminated with pains

It sits above my head

Like the dot above an ‘i’.

I felt inferior and very small.

Each day, I leap to break that pain.

I grew tall and bridged the gab

Between us.

Pain and joy then fell in love.

They gave birth to me,


The dot above my head

Is a fraction of my existence.

Until ‘I’ became whole.

By Elijah Christopher

Elijah Christopher
Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.
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