The Falling

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Written By Trevor Mhlanga (Edited By Kudakwashe Nhlanhla Chikosi)



When I was a child I could take the call

Just to play in the dust and kick ball

Unafraid to take risks, unafraid to fall

I used to think I'm 'Mr. Know it all'



I easily made friends, easily trusted

Easily made amends, was easily conciliated

Never for a moment, was my patience tasted

None before my eyes, deserved to be hated



Like a shadow I was loyal

Like scriptures I never told a lie

My take on life was staunch denial -

That goodness in people can actually die



The lost coin ignorant of its surroundings and loss

Best fits the description of my childhood attitude

I was blind of my susceptibility to pain and loss

And received hazardous relations with gratitude



I don't regret my days of ignorance, I miss them

As I endeavor to draw the splinters that have pierced my heart

Those days of unprotected innocence, I long for them

As I notice I'm lost and have drifted apart



From noise in the streets playing childhood games

To somber moments in solitude and dread

Too afraid of hurt to spark the love and trust flames

I fear my heart is turning cold and headed for dead



I miss being a child, when I was able to stand tall

Playing in the dust and kicking ball

Unafraid to take risks, unafraid to fall

Till I fell for her, and great was my fall!!!


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