Nothing kicks you in the gut like the last
Bit of something important:
Last kiss, last hug, last breathe.
Today, you and I have taken one in the gut
From the start of the last quarter
Of a year that began three quarters ago.
When we had dreams and the light at the
End of the tunnel was as bright as mirrors
In a summer’s day.
Although we may be tempted to look back with our heart
Trapped in a storm of regret for opportunities we lost
And dreams that fell apart.
We should rather look deeper at
Those fireflies of small victories, unexpected miracles and
Relationships that blossomed.
See how this year has given us sunshine
Amidst the rain and there is more to come.
So don’t hang up your running shoes,
Put on your armour and make this quarter work
Because miracles happen in seconds
And there are millions of it left this year.
My bed has become a hole
my days merge like melting
iceblocks. I long for arms
around my naked body,
a warm breath on my neck
and silence that means a
thousand words. I’ll like
to be still, to drift off in the
cloud and feel peace, even
if it’s just for a few minutes.
People are starting to gather, they must be thinking I am crazy, they must be wondering what could make me want to take my own life.
The face looking down at me with his brows kissing is my reason for hanging from the veranda railings of a 25th floor flat. He didn’t realise I am this crazy.
To be fair, I didn’t realize I am this crazy too but when you are a thirty-two year old virgin and a man you thought you could trust tries to rape you, you run to the veranda of his flat, hang off the railings and attempt to jump to your death without thinking.
They say I have my mother’s
Eyes. I see it now
When words drop from my mouth
And I look around for her.
They say I am as stubborn as
My father. I see it now
When I ask to be convinced
And I look around for him.
I take what people say back
To my parent with puppy eyes
Waiting for a pat on the head.
They say child we did not
Give you life to be a copy of us.
We gave you life to be the best
Version of a unique creation.
When you are that, is when
We are proud parents.
We were all born with a roar
But life beats silence into us
Like the waves
beats the shore.
I was free
Rolling with the wind
Until your love captured
Me within the
limit of your view.
She loved orange
It reminded her
The priest said you left
because your sun had set.
Now she hates Orange.