25 daydreams and nightmares i've lived
25 trees i climbed and fell from
25 poems i wrote and then destroyed
25 cherries i stole from Death's lips
25 times i danced in rain trying to forget the pain
25 hopes i found and hopes i lost
25 cigarettes i smoked until suffocation
i died a little more  25 times.

25 years seem sometimes like they went in a blink;
sometimes like it's been an eternity.

i'm looking in the mirror trying to find
a sign of peace
a trace of light
but i can only see
the ugliness building up
the heavy rain in my eyes
the craks in my skin
the 25 wringles life has put all over my face,

25 years and i feel too old, too tired, too weak
to destroy
these 25 walls
i've built
around
myself.

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