Grave of dreams
By Khanyisa Brancon
I still continue to arise
From the distant old hill
Mighty mountains loom before me
As I view the evergreen meadow and dream
My scars covered in salted wounds
But I still continue to heal
Truth be told and spilled on black ink
My heart was filled with raging agony
As I pleaded to be free
He went straight for the knife
And held the blazing flames alight
I wondered why I cried
Fearing if tomorrow shall ever arrive
But I survived...
Sitting on a grave of dreams
Wondering if I may ever dare to claim the sky
Because freedom was a state of mind
I have made my destination and my vow
I still continue to arise
And I won't stop now
2016-06-25
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