17 Years Revised
Consumed by childhood fears,
a whole universe of toys, a lifetime to consider
a career, a now to grow as I seem to do, for I am
still three and love superman. Fear relentless
once more, backstitching from my crib to my headboard
banging its way from childhood to the next fourteen years.
Years bare shackles dragging me to flashes that back
me to past and revising me seventeen years.
Copyright © Sandile Mkhabela | Year Posted 2016