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May 2016
I’ve heard them say pain demands to be felt
This surely is a little too real.
Just a little to mean.
A little too… painful.
Could it be that it’s all just a dream?
Oh what this world would be like if you did not exist.
PAIN. I envy you. I adore you.
Sometimes you’re the only one that reminds me I’m alive.
The happiness is too... fake.
It comes and goes but never stays.
But you. PAIN, you never leave.
You make your home in our hearts,
And leave but a smidge of space for everything else.
You help us build walls of ice and steel.
Trapping us behind a castle of heartache so deep.
You’re a loyal companion, always ever-present.
We try and fail to bury you, what is your intent?
Alas, you rise stronger each time,
Your army is vast and your war sublime.
You crush and destroy everything inside.
Slowly making us craze while enjoying the ride.
I welcome you to walk with me.
Even in my PAIN I will find victory.
You are a master at conjuring up memories.
So I will sit and watch with you these treasuries.
I embrace your skillful hand.
In your presence I will stand.
Unafraid of your power.
Standing proud in the face of your towers.
Let us walk for we are one.
In this race through life I now know I am not alone.
Tasneem Moosa
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Tasneem Moosa  26/F/Cape Town
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