Jan 2019
Woman in the mirror
I glimpse at a blurred and monotonous reflection. Visions of washed out dreams,the hope of refuge initially proved a mirage. She stares at me with a gloomy face,eyes sunken with unfathomable emotion the gleam that usually flickered in her eyes has now become peculiar. She has become surrounded by
an air of melancholy ushered by rebuff . Things have fallen apart. She looks at the craks of the mirror which resemble her abyss heart. Pensive I glare in contempt scrutinizing this woman who stares at
me with a faint ghost of a smile and an ocean in her eyes,but little do they know that these tears keep them afloat,a wounded healer she is.For months
I've chased rainbows trying to recognise her. I've clutched at straws to chase those washed out dreams. In the midst of 2018 she's lost herself,she's become a hostess to desolation,despair and trauma. Nontheless,all she pursues more than anything is euphoria and peace.
Tjipenandjambi Uanivi
I glimpse at a blurred and monotonous reflection. Visions of washed out dreams,the hope of refuge initially proved a mirage. She stares at me with a gloomy face,eyes sunken with unfathomable emotion the gleam that usually flickered in her eyes has now become peculiar. She has become surrounded by
an air of melancholy ushered by rebuff . Things have fallen apart. She looks at the craks of the mirror which resemble her abyss heart. Pensive I glare in contempt scrutinizing this woman who stares at
me with a faint ghost of a smile and an ocean in her eyes,but little do they know that these tears keep them afloat,a wounded healer she is.For months
I've chased rainbows trying to recognise her. I've clutched at straws to chase those washed out dreams. In the midst of 2018 she's lost herself,she's become a hostess to desolation,despair and trauma. Nontheless,all she pursues more than anything is euphoria and peace.
Tjipenandjambi Uanivi
(21/F/Namibia)
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