Beatrice...

sometimes
i look out of the window,
rehearsing a reaction
and practising an apology,
but words elude me
and beautiful metaphors
will still fail to cover the naked truth,
so ugly, that it hurts;
it pierces through my heart
and leaves me hurting;
I'm rushing to the clock
hanging from my broken wall,
to stop the arms from moving,
but it's my time alone that stops.
relentlessly,
these spectres haunt me;
memories of the two of you,
her tiny head lying on your chest.
that was on the night i left
and wandered in the wilderness.
I'm now only kept warm by my conscience
when the sun leaves me at sunset,
reminiscent of how I had left you.
my heart sobs...
we were so tenderfooted
and barely seventeen,
a new life costs a fortune
and my pockets had no diamond.
hear the vibration of my heart
and realise how sorry i am.
i hope you name our glory Nobulumko
- she who has wisdom will liberate us.

By-Ndumiso Mdayi (South Africa)

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