i know you dont relate
especially with poetry
what does rhyme and rhythm have to do.
with your very groomed self
life so busy with deadlines to hit and boses to impress.
until you lose a love,
until your hearts bleeds against a block
and there’s something you can’t say with your words.
and for a moment you cant see
you are blind from the darkness in your spirit
then you’ll remember us
youll crave for us,
you’ll turn stones and run in the rain ranting for us,
to relate with your despaired self
to show you the road map we used
how we healed and health we sustained.
While we healed along time ago
our scars we wear with pride
coz we didn’t hide our pain
we let it the flow
paint our white gowns crimson
then the sun shone again
dried the pain like corn and it peeled off
we only have a story, that we ever hurt
it’s in the by gones.
thats why we dont hide behid poetry,
we come alive, we show off boldly.
in the words we write.