In a community surrounded by hills and lakes, lived a young girl named Awiti. Awiti was a tribute to the tears and prayers her parents had to endure before they had her. She was born after the loss of many. Awiti loved to dance and every step made by her feet on the ground matchedContinue reading “Others may not see it right now, but they will soon understand”
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In sleep
In sleep I find relief An escape from the corridors of reality’s harshness Where voices command my confidence with compelling demands And racing thoughts are never ending Inflicting silent pain As I question my existence In sleep I create a world that’s mine alone Where seeds of hope are sown At last, I taste happinessContinue reading “In sleep”
Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions
In a house filled with silence and pain, there existed a small room in the house that was protected by a door that knew many emotions. In this small room lived a father who spoke in the language of the doors. When trouble tiptoed, the father would flee into this room, slamming the door withContinue reading “Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions”
I’m afraid
I’m afraid of snakes A cold and dry slither on my neck As the sound of hisses twirls around my ear Makes darkness, trees and picnics dreadful I’m afraid of beds Beds equal sleeping And sleep leads me to an endless cycle of bondage A slave to images and memories of the dead To reliveContinue reading “I’m afraid”
An evil man is a predictable man
I am neither frightened nor amazed by the actions of an evil man Confident is what I feel in the company of one condemned to wickedness For an evil man can only indulge in evil deeds But in the presence of a nice, genuine and generous soul A soul with neither blemish nor defect IContinue reading “An evil man is a predictable man”
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