Poetry Bulawayo

Photo by Resta Nyamwanza In lie we follow paths taken by many sometimes learning through experience the directions they eventually take us so as to lead as we have been led. We proceed in different strides and at different times depending on guidance in every step amidst the many footprints we follow at ease. Not all who walk have a leading hand to guide them through uncertain paths, to turn them back again on the right way, or cast a protective eye to ensure their security in every step And so our prints I hope remain to guide them as they find their way through experience and not guidance.

Image - mymajicdc.com All the single mothers I salute you You have gotten over the one who did you wrong broke your heart and walked away from his responsibilities And made you strong. You have to deal with diapers gripe water paracetamol and supermarket tantrums And on top of that try to put food on the table You have to deal with the confusion of trying to figure out if the smooth talking guy you met the other day is the real deal And let’s all say a silent prayer to those who treat you with respect and refrain from the phrase 'damaged goods' All the single mothers I salute you.

Image - desicomments.com As I sluggishly go through the day wading through a heap of emotions YOU ARE IN MY THOUGHTS As I put food into my mouth the taste a distant sensation YOU ARE IN MY THOUGHTS As I look into the reflection of my being looking at the possibility of us: Glorious and wonderful YOU ARE IN MY THOUGHTS As it feels like I’m falling plummeting towards the bottom of a bottomless pit YOU ARE IN MY THOUGHTS

Image - blackboxoffice.tumblr.com I hold my thoughts to myself, What use will it be for me to say what I think? When you close your ears   That you don’t hear what I say. No, no you don’t close them,   But you pretend not to hear, You pretend that all I say don’t make no sense! So I hold my thoughts. I hold my thoughts to myself, But one day, one day I will break down, Cry? No not cry, no! I have cried enough. But I will break down and talk. Talk of all that you put me through Talk of all that I blinded myself to Well there I don’t blame you, that was a choice I made. But for now I hold my thoughts. I hold my thoughts to myself,   You have too much pride trapped inside you. Change, change they say is inevitable But to expect change from you; Is like expecting the sun to rise from the west. Am I now voicing them? You be the judge. Still I hold my thoughts.