Still In Peace
I am but a living matter, with no much giving wonder
I’ve seen my birth twice, all after an attempted suicide thrice
I still weed and weave, that is, think and compose
Yet I am still but willed to be still.
Ignition in my struggle have seen my daring heart through
I still and possibly, will write with no much height
In me I see the silent child-like Emily Dickson, still doing my fiction
Still, creating, hoping, losing and breaking my skeletal friction
I know rejuvenation shall get me there
Where the hearts grill with cheer.
I’ve crawled to the lands Far East, then Far West
To the North and South Pole
In my interactive intractable mind of imagination
Yet to lose but to give I’ve captured the silent mourning
Of many unable, disabled, able-less people
I’ve coined the immaculate wealth and health
Of many reliable very able people
And still to be real, I am but still.
Written 2006
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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