Seventh Week, Seventh Dream, Seventh Vision

In the seventh week, a dream unfolded,
Six times it whispered secrets, visions told.
A spark in passing, fleeting and bright,
But one thing stood out, a constant plight:
The dream was shrouded, unclear, and out of sight.

The vision stayed blurred, the message muffled too,
A prophecy I couldn’t grasp, a truth anew.
But now, in the seventh time, the dream returns,
Vivid and real, no longer vague concerns:
It has dawned on me, the truth I yearn.

I wish I had seen it sooner, before the flood,
Before the assignments, projects, and deadlines withstood.
Everything feels like a dream, a fog that won’t clear,
I’m still wondering how, my path unclear.
Seventh week, seventh dream, seventh vision, still I persevere.

It’s like the last dance is playing, and I’m lost,
I never learned the steps, the rhythm I’ve crossed.
I yearn to see the dream again, one final time,
With answers and understanding, the truth will be mine.
Let me grasp what the lecturers say, and find my way in this maze.

Let me finish what I’ve left undone, and stop wandering,
Let me learn, relearn, unlearn, and find my way to stand.
In this new level, a maze I must navigate,
I’m trying to find my way out, or maybe, my way to create.
A path that’s mine, a journey I’ll undertake.

Deborah Adeyemi