Her life is a testimony for the stories mother once shared on a Sunday afternoon over ice cool drinks and worry.
Telling me about life's cozens and riddles that my little brain pretended to understand.
"The sea gives parts of itself to the run away streams and hopes they remember to come back", that's God she said.
About a friend...
she had it figured out;
a smooth journey with butterflies resting on her forehead, but life had different plans.
Leaves that fall find rest in her sorrows,
algae comforts and softens her sides in an attempt to heal her yet from her they take.
19 years in it, she was split into different watercourses,
colliding against foreign river beds, she lost her version of I yet she flowed still.
It took her 365 sunrises to find herself in one place, in wonder and still in need to discover.
The taste of her became a bit sour,
her flow now careful like a dandelion on skin.
She watches herself through a glass window; misinformed.
Her freedom manipulated, they bet on her finding her main.
Flowing helplessly in hope for nothing really...
Yet she glides herself together and still thinks in red cos all she wanted was to be loved.
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The in between, Poems about me
PoesiaThis is a poetry book inspired by my first real love Mashudu Musenwa and a good friend of mine Hulisani Muloiwa. Writing has always been a hobby of mine and getting to share my growth is an honour because now the world gets to experience my world as...
