Roegsana Moosajee: Favorites

Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee

Melissa S

No need to be bitter
You were never mine to keep
I got to borrow you for awhile
While my soul was hurt and weak
You were sent to me
at a time I needed lifting up
A time when that one person
could not fill up my loving cup
It was as though my heart
had been placed on hold for a bit
Yet I was expected to go on without it
Just go on without any worries
after all... its only a heart

Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee

When your heart is;

Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee

Gina Nicholson

When your heart is;

violently* ripped from your chest, stomped on repeatedly, drug from hell and back, cracked open by the pounding of Thor’s hammer, torn apart piece by piece, and then placed back in your body, barely beating, hurting so badly that you’d wish your life would end right then and there. **Theres no coming back from that.

Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee

Knots

Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee

Gina Nicholson

Knots

Oh how I wish I could let you inside my mind.
So you can try and untangle this mess I’ve created.
To comb through all the feelings I have toward you.
So you can hear me tell myself,
"You are stronger. You’ll be fine"
And I am certain I will be.
You can be there for those moments when I really am fine without you.
When you don't even cross my mind at all.
I want you to see that I don’t need you as much as you think.
Its my want for you that hurts me most.
My want for you that pumps through my vien's and attacks my heart.
Its rooted deep in my soul and still grows everyday.
You made it blossom and it was beautiful.
I want you to see it in full bloom.
I want you to feel it in you.
If you could untangle my mind,
you would see that my future is still beautiful without you,
but theres an ever vacant space waiting your return.
You would notice that I’m not filled with anger or hate,
but with love and hope for myself.
If you were in my mind you would be there for the constant battle that goes on.
My want for you vs the sanity of myself.

Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee

lessons learned

Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee

Ali

lessons learned

Red robot
There's a beggar on my right
He begs for something to eat
We hand him a juicy, orange naartjie
He thanks us as if we'd saved his life
but he saved ours.

I stared at him in amazement
As the naartjie was peeled.
He peeled it gently and softly
almost as if he held a newborn baby
smoothly and with a tenderness.
The same touch as that from a mother.
He taught me to be gentle.

As we strolled up the road
I spotted another beggar, polishing his shoes
Shoes that have aged.
As the cloth swayed smoothly from left to right
he smiled, as if that was his only joy.
Like the first laugh of a baby.
The feeling that creates butterflies and fairies.
He taught me how to be gentle.

Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee

freedom

Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee

Ali

freedom

i sit in the room and stare through the window
i watch how the wind sings and the leaves play the melody
the clothes on the line try hard to set free as they push back and forth trying to run free

its to no avail.

as a apple falls from the tree, he is now free and the branches sing in congratulation.
the trees know they can never go far
but have been there so long they began to realize its not their time and will never be.

the grass sways and the brown leaves fly away,
they are now free to go where the wind takes them.

the grey dull rocks have the world on their shoulders
with no way of getting away,
their nights are cold and their hearts are empty.

they have no way of going.

they are stuck

alone.

forever.

they starve to be free.

freedom is what they search for.

i am a rock.

longing to be a leaf.