FixAfrica

                                                  Photo credit: google  She is the two faced laughing jackal that haunts you in your dreams. You see her everyday Maybe not… Her mournful wailing deafens your senses And her agony is out of this realm. She bleeds from the cuts of her own claws And she feeds on the pain like a famished lioness with her kill in the Kalahari She hungers for change that is not here She hungers for a place that is not near. Look how she wears her scars with grace And plunges her horns back into her heart like a dagger. She bleeds slowly not to her death She bleeds slowly to her survival With an uplifted face and uplifted hands She is the silent one you never see in a crowd. She is the aura and peace you pray for Calm and collected like the still waters of the Nile She is strangeness in perfection And your direction in a thunderstorm You can taste the light she radiates And yet…her eyes are ripples of fa

I cannot recollect the number of times I have found warmth in you… You understand my battles and you hear the echoes too The echoes in these walls where nothing ever happens Where hopes evaporate and happiness has fled And every day is a nasty war, bloodier than before. You have heard my chanting through the night Praying and crying for redemption from life’s sinking sands I find no peace here, I find myself in pieces here. So I run to you for comfort Alas I am weary and the tissues of my heart are worn out Worn out from the journeys they wished I had traveled in pursuit of love and the luxuries of life. Reignite my passion to live on without fainting Maybe I aimed too high.  Maybe I deserve the low I like how your waters burn my skin My skin reddens as I groan in pain But I crave your touch…It is the only reality I understand. Maybe happiness is not for everyone…. I learn this every day.