HER WISH

HER WISH…. To strip its last dignity have it bare and hopeless longing for warmth. The sun rays to kiss its soma burn its soul leaving nothing but a ghost clothed with shame regret and loss. Loss of life, touch and breath. Its meandering spirit reaching the ocean drowning in raging waves. Her nostalgic waves of high tide tears, a rift valley of good hope trespassed by the Atlantic. Her wish. To forget as she’s’ forgiven. Devote herself to the seed: feel its innocence and not paint the clear sky with darkness with no stars and the moon to give hope. Her wish. To restore her mind, not binge to an episode of treachery. Her wish. The erase the dismay of Sabbath: the night of rest turned into infinite restlessness. Nontombi Khambule 2021/11/17