There's a Spirit
Whatever makes me wish I were dead
And rose again without this nature?
Is it tormenting, troubling
Is it obliging things I can’t do?
Does it forbid things I could do?
Surely, there must be a spirit
That makes me do things
I’d never think of doing.
And there’s one too
That stops me from doing
Whatever deed that grasps my mind.
That’s not because I’m the wisest of men
I seemingly act foolish though,
Yet the owner of this heart I call mine
Knows the reason why.
Should I be frightened of
whatever the storm fills
the sea of my longing life?
Copyright © Redempta Asifiwe | Year Posted 2015
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