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There was a handmade cake on my table
and a letter with immature hand:

I start with this
but know that
whenever and wherever I bake a cake
you'll be in my mind.


It tasted not that sweet
I remember
and she was never to make another
in my corners of bitter December.

I have no other Christmas memory.

There couldn't be.
In remembrance of a girl who could not be a woman, but was almost, as God withdrew the angel too soon.
Interwoven with my Christmas memory.
 Feb 2020
Kim Essary
Reaching out to catch you and save you from the fall
so many times I caught you and warned you of that wall.
I’m holding onto you in every possible way
Overpowered by your strength I’m begging you to stay
My eyes are pouring tears as I watch you try to cross a weak and broken bridge
Where I’ve seen too many fall from the never returning edge
As the waters run rapid like a raging beast below your feet
Waters so powerful even you cannot defeat
This is the place I’ve warned you of so many times before
The place where I can’t save you anymore
Your ears have grown deaf to me as your eyes have turned from blue to black
The devil of addiction has taken you as I fight to get you back
Addiction is real but it affects more than just the addict.
 Feb 2020
Khoisan
Tirelessly
looking after fathers
sisters
and
brothers
oh me oh my
that
they
are
simply
crowned
MOTHER'S
a think about poem
 Feb 2020
Gods1son
The pursuit of purpose is vital,
It is the pathway to fulfilment.
Each person has their own unique calling
Here's a simple thought –
Imagine you have private jets and cars (sweet eh)
You wouldn't fly a jet to a nearby store
And you wouldn't drive across continents
Each vehicle will be used for what they
were designed for & what they are best at.
If you (no), when you find your life's purpose,
Live it to the fullest unapologetically.
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