Unearthed Thread

To grow out a stalk from a tree
That, one day, will be a forest,
Is extremely difficult for I lived
A life void of He and full of She,
And because of She, I have to
Stitch some threads to form
A line to keep in touch. Even
If I was to be overseas or maybe
Some few steps away from He.
It is difficult, for He has chosen,
For I have observed with eyes
So innocent: the days become
Nights and nights creating
A tearful moon since the sun
Has hidden the blessings it
Once provided and so I write
Words before speaking them
Out loud in hope that it might
Just help me stay together.

Sunday, 31stof May 2015
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s