What i fear

that i might one day disappear,
dissolve into the crowd
from being seen too much
and the air around me
would become too thin
to fit my lungs
i cringe, i shudder, i stutter
i have seen my burial ceremony
more times than i have attended any
the ground buries me every time
i might never heal from this curse
i find peace
away from the congregation
the church is within my heart, and
i have come to agree to the terms.

Victor Oyedele