The signs were all there
Gathering like the heavy clouds that heralds rain in Arometa Ibadan,
Painful hisses whenever her wrists are touched,
She gave an excuse as explanation and we chalked it up to one of her numerous quirks.
An exuberant soul overflowing with life and vitality,
Now an empty husk stands in her place,
Nothing left of our fierce warrior,
We see a broken spirit,
Scared of anything and everyone,
Devoid of the one we knew.
The signs were all there,
But like always we were too busy thinking,
"The storm won't roll in for an hour or two..till i'm done with this task",
Until it hits. Hard.
Nothing could have prepared us for this,
The doctors spoke of Bipolar disorder, anxiety disorder, abuse, ...SUICIDE.
The storm rolled in,
And left with Ara,
Our wonder is gone.
The signs were all there.