I have this thing for creating what could be a poem but it is broken down into whatever stanzas my mind gave priority...
i.)
In my dreams
Every night I go to bed wearing a smile
There is a house with old rustic walls
Sitting halfway down a slope
With a charcoal stove
Warming it from the centre of its earthen floor
Brewing chai for the old boys
Who flock its simplistic seats
To share old tales.
ii.)
In a sea of lost souls
I have longed to find the altars that ooze
Unconditional love against all odds
Only to stare into the emptiness of humanity
Weathering more than what
My mother sang to me whilst I was living
In her womb.
iii.)
There is a sadness pegged in your pretty eyes
And I recognise it
From looking at my reflection
For hours on end
When these masks no longer fit my face
And if anyone were to stir
The emotional storm lurking within
It would bleed from the corners.
iv.)
Beyond the walls around my broken heart
Is a young lover fixated on a future
Tucked away deep in a rainforest
Writing poetry and eating wild berries
With my imperfect self.
Do share your thoughts :)
wambuku w.