I feel so connected to the Moon,
It embodies the movement of time.
The Moon, it's so generous and full.
Similar to myself on my good days.  

Other nights, the Moon is inconspicuous.
It could be so small and meager.  
Always changing and illuminating the sky.
Cycling to fade back to nothing; just as I do.

This is why, I connect to the Moon.
Wether I'm vivid or dull, I'm worthy.
Even if you see me or you do not,
I'm here and I will conceive you

With my constant renewal of existence.

n.n

All my life,
I've been one who listens
Listening to their tales
Of achievements and heartfelts
Their laughter and cries
Of life and it's heartbreaks
Of the weather changes
From clouds to scorching sun rays.
So i think,
To me too they should listen
Of the over flowing thoughts
And these compilated images.
As they speak, i listen
When i write
Will they read them?
These stories in my head
Made of characters
I tend to invent.
Short stories with intent
Long stories of how i pretend
****!
Maybe i should not
They'll never relate
Our life's experiences
Maybe will never be the same
So i hold in my breath
As my shaky hands reflect
Of my torments intense
And my heartbeats quick race
Mmmh,
You don't want me telling
About my face
It's already covered in sweat
The expressions it portrays
I'm already betrayed.
How do i even try to
Explain my self
When I'm already panicking
With unrest
With my mouth agape
Fumbling with words to say
I'm choking, my throat is tight
With words stuck in my chest
I look to the right
Then steal glances to my left
Hoping they never get to notice
How I'm struggling
To cover my mess
All i wanted was them to listen
To the many tales in my head
But how do i start
When there's nothing to say!

Akwana Wa Odera
@therealakwana
© 2019