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And she felt like shattered glass
Glistening in the sun sparkling so bright almost blinding
To sharp to hold
So utterly broken beyond repair
Like a fine dust almost like she was not even there
this poem is the last one I wrote down 58 weeks ago instagram tells me hoping to find inspiration to let the writer in me be loud again maybe in this space thanks for reading me.
How many mountains must I climb
To catch a glimpse of sunrise.
How many boulders must I move
To clear a path to my doorway.
And how many rivers must I ford
To leave this gloom behind me.
ljm
Not too chirpy this week
you are my enemy,
or I am your enemy,
you are my friend,
or I am your friend,

where are you and I?
are you, you, or am I?
if friend, you are in me,
if enemy, you are in me,

you heed " I" to be you,
if not, I exit will not you,
we are not two, you or I,
either we are you or I,

whole universe full of I,  
what is called you is I,
self is always in you,
I am full of self as you.
every night I can feel it
the craving in me getting stronger
a gaping wound, opening once more
just to show what I lack

if you look into it
you'll be greeted by a void
for I have nothing to offer
nothing to give

fuelled by all my wishes
all my hopes and dreams
it grows larger each time
but only seeing it when I try to sleep

for the hole keeps craving
and I fail to fulfill
so all it can do is wail
ripping my chest anew

hating but adoring it aswell
for it makes me believe
that maybe one day
tt will get what it's been wanting

but maybe never
so I start to ignore the hurt it causes
only focused on the beauty it brings
but the relief is only temporary

at one point I will have to face it
before it overtakes my very being
filling it with either cement or soil
closing it or letting it grow

so each night when I lay
I shall listen to the void
and maybe one day
it will respond
for all the nights I felt like I was missing something
an envelope of
time is sitting on my mind
waiting does happen
The shards you see
There in the grass
Look a whole to me

Perspective be
Diamond or glass
What is it to thee
I remember sitting on my bed
waiting silently for you to turn the lights off

always hiding my emotions
but on the inside I was so soft

couldn't let anyone notice
had to seem unbreakable

no I wasn't crying
I've lost that ability long ago

and I truly know
I look so ******* ungreatful

but

I want to thank you
for helping me getting through
all of this

the night
it will end soon
can I hold on?

but I know
for every day anew
you will guide me furthermore



thank you.
The sun light in purple flare peeps through the bamboo starks, its stripes in stride of leaves bubble at the hissing sounds of a conceal long belt-like tread bidding its time to hit its target and as well defend itself.
And Like the cobra the chameleon dodges between the blistering colors of the bamboo yellow and it’s straying green for dear life.
And minding the dance of the Hunter and the hunted; the cobra and the chameleon, is the hulk hovering in the distance sky in colors and shades as the hen gathers its chicks.
At the teak bush of my Ezi the blue sky lines with the departing sunlight in silk white and gold gives hope of a life from that of the pre and predators in today’s world.
The conqueror is also the conquered, a true testament that the sky is an open hall but our starting points.
Ezi is my town and my people of peace,brotherliness and community of great minds
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