Peace Oputa
Bio
I am a Multilingual wordsmith, weaving my joys, wounds, and transformations into words. My writing mirrors my seasons, restless storms, quiet healing, fleeting laughter, and deep longing. sometimes light, sometimes heavy, but always real.
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Genesis of our Love
Part 1: Locating his house The bike came to a stop at the roadside, leaving me standing in the open air with my phone pressed to my ear as it rang from his call. I scanned my surroundings, trying to make sense of where I was, but the only clear path led to a wide, open field stretching between me and wherever Robert was waiting. The sun had started its descent, casting long shadows across the dry grass.
By Peace Oputa10 months ago in Fiction
Bound by Ink and Fate
Part 1 (June 3rd 1847, Defiance) My dearest Xavier, Ive never known love to be this forbidden, yet so real. By this dim candlelight, my hands shaking, in my barn at midnight, I write to you, pouring out words I cant say aloud. This paper is both my joy and curse because every word I put down is a rebellion against the life I was forced into and a surrender to you.
By Peace Oputa11 months ago in History
My pain, your Love
Lost in my world of pain, Not paying attention. Drifting into the shadows unseen, Thinking of all the pain. The weight of sorrow drowns your voice, Can't hear my name. Drained of all my strength and empty, Can't feel your pull. You're trying so hard, I wish I could see beyond the fog, Yet all I see is grief. I wish I could hear your love call me home, But my soul feels numb. I wish I could feel your warmth, But I'm lost in the cold.
By Peace Oputa11 months ago in Poets
