Silent Whisper

Uchechukwu Onyedikam

She appeared unnoticed with

the moon in her breast pocket

and the stars as an entourage.

Given a chance to dream...

she contemplated mortality.

Such hearty warmth & tenderness.

She finds her beauty where celestial

body, and angels tread. She finds

freedom from the lost scream when

the jailer locked her away. Of the long

freedom path she had walked and her

sole covered with bruises. An unstoppable

hue arising from Noah's ark — of the long

revered Joan of Arc in sameness found

written in the sleeves of her sword

and the face of her shield. Freedom for her people sets her heart aflame — now and present, not

out of reach for today's offerings. Echoes of love unheard found in the depth of the ocean she

carries in her mouth. Her wrath is an instant message when she spit the truth.

She's out in the mountain practicing

her skills under the red-burning night skies

waiting for tomorrow's dawning, here on

the right side of the night. Over her prayers

to crown her glory with the task ahead, she

draws strength from the pictures of the

past flipping through her mind — through

bewildered eyes, she yelled to the void but

the response to her cry was an echo:

to the echo of the silence she poured libation to the future worthy of everything. Her thoughts…

scattered to the wind —

I am one with the silent whisper, she prayed

Published in Issue No. 7, Littera Novus, April 1st, 2025.

Uchechukwu Onyedikam, Poet. Photographer. Tutor.