Poetry Bulawayo

Image - danheller.com First updraft late September at the door almost asleep remembering what I forgot at the store my ex-girlfriend shows up on my doorstep with no place to stay- my birthday.

Image - woldfitness.com you can recall the creases caused by  the smile on a loved one's lips the way  the tears crept to your eyes. there is always pain.   but pain is hard to put into words it makes us who we are, teaches and tames us, can destroy and save us. when it happens, it takes our breath away. when it hurts too much inside it always  shows no matter how  many masks you wear memory is an abstract painting.  it doesn't present things as how they  are, but rather as how they feel. do not look back and grieve  the past   is gone do not be troubled about the future  it’s still to come. live in the present make it so beautiful  make it worth remembering    when someone leaves, someone  else is about to arrive. freedom  not the absence of commitment  the ability to choose the ability   to commit to what's best for you