By Doyinsola Aluko
If words could adeptly decode it, I’d speak every second.
If speakers could amplify it, I’d make my voice readily available to the microphone 24/7.
If the number of heart beats could properly estimate it, I’d rather not let my doctor hear this.
If poems could properly express it, I’d become a poet just to flaunt it.
If fire could burn as much as it, I’d set the whole world in flames then let God calm it down with his everlasting showers of blessing.
If colors and drawings could depict it, I’d hire a mental artist to reinterpret what has deeply been emblazoned in my mind.
“It” is not a thing neither is “it” a complete definition of a feeling
“It” is indescribable