Fallen Fruit
When you are bawled with all sorts of insults when the sun sets,
Yet you are the uncommonly precious daughter all mothers wish for in the community
When your only heart's desire is serenity
When you play by the rules but still get your rump whipped like the rest...
This is when it gets to you...
This is when you feel burdensome, thwarted and pumped up
You bleakly want to do anything to escape from the sadness
You want to break the silence but you are voiceless
You want the chain of the persistent pain ended but you are powerless
You feel crowded on your own because the voices will not leave you to live
They whisper to you the devil that you are no matter how good your deeds may seem to be
You live under the shadows of burdens spit by the tongue
The words spoken pile up to be a hillock you must climb to discover the truth on the other side of the only truth you have learned from a thorny heart
You yearn for the unspoken for with them you could find a reason to persevere for survival but,
The gradient does not get less steeper as you climb higher
Every step up higher is a unit less of faith that it will get better
Nights are of tears and teddies to the bearer
Days are of all misconceptions of a spirit that has vanished
Only if hurt could be banished...
Copyright © Tholoana Mohale | Year Posted 2017
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