The wait

Inspired by: Zahara-Loliwe

For so long you have been waiting,for so long you have been anticipating ,gazing, trying to find your train,for so long you have been sweating with your skin blistering from sunrise and your busted body saying' I can't'...on that sunny day with no complaint but your heart busting in endless elation.

 for so long you felt your patience being tested with your soul pondering against the odds of human nature as you wait, not just stand but wait.

Waiting for the train that will not only wipe your tears but dry them,the train that will help you discover your anthem.

For so long you have been hearing the wind,hearing the exquisite voices of the birds,for so long you have been hearing not listening because if you listen... you can hear u loliwe your train,your train of infinite delight,the train that will heal your wounds and tear down your walls of delusion.

Wipe those tears treasured one because the wait is over. For so long you were told that your domicile is the only place to find peace and now u can't wait for the train that will make you whole as you go home.

Child your train is coming,open your ears,not to hear but listen,open your heart,not to feel but perceive and finally...open your eyes so you cannot only look but see u loliwe your train

A poem for Mama

 

Inspired by: Nathi- Buyelekhaya

It is trough your wings that I learnt to fly,it is trough your courage that I learnt to confront fear,it is trough your song that I learnt to sing. Mama ,it was trough your tears that  I learnt the power of a helping hand.

It is those nights of watching you soak up the pillow that I learnt love and life. It is the weak mornings you work up and went to work that taught me the power of sacrifice. It is those "it's going to be alrights" which taught me the power of a spoken word.

Trough your courage you protected what was yours,it is your prayers on  a hungry stomach which shaped my dreams . Looking at your tears from a young age ,my heart whispered"I will wipe them" little did I know that God will dry them. Your courage,strength and selflessness taught me to soar,thrive and roar .

 Your love for me penetrated so deep it built a soul of warmth and mostly ,it is your pain which built the daring and strong woman in me. Your ability to hold an umbrella and face the storm made me oblivious to the weather.

It is trough you that I learnt to be a woman ,not just a woman but it taught me the true state of womanhood ,the state of vulnerability yet purpose driven,the state of fear yet denial to giving up,the state of persistence,courage,God fearing,loving and focused.

It is when you opened your soul that I became the true reflection of you.  It is trough your lessons that I learnt and it is trough your love that I flourished. Mama you are Loved!

Remember the days

Inspired by;John Legend-Bridge over troubled Water

There are days where your mind heard your soul cry, not just cry tears of helping the heart sooth, but tears of reaching out,for help not only just being heard.
the heart bleeds in search of the words"you are not alone".
there are nights where your eyes reflected the colour of your blood and your body reflecting the lonely nights which had your soul torn apart is search of the words "you are not alone"
Remember the days where fear caged you to an extent where you swallowed your words.
remember the days you had a "bitter or sweet" thrist to be listened to,not just heard but listened to.
the days where you reached out for someone who will take you out of this world you have created, a world which  is drowning your dreams away and comforting you with pain.
remember the times your silence was so loud, you could hear you own missery telling you; you cant,you wont,you should not and it wont end.
It is those days where you burried your dreams ,it is those days where the only thing you wanted to percieve was your own pain.
it is those days where you said RIP to being human,to feeling, to having a heart and emotions.
it is those days you waited for an angel that woulding come,it is those days where you shed a tear in a river bank, hoping to recognise it in the midst of harshly  flowing water.
it is that day where you shouted so hard ur throat began to dry out and were not heard,it is those days where you surrenderd to pain and broke your wings.
it is those days where you became an enemy to your own being and cut your own wings,preventing you from flaurishing. it is those days where you cut your wings, those days are the reason you cannot build bridges which will soother your heart,tear down your dead mind and reboot your soul.
Those days are the reason you cannot fly today.