I Left, Because
Chosen but easily forgotten.
Uncertainties played a good trick on me.
I took too long to follow intuition but I walked out based on suspicion.
I could have stayed, watched him tear my numbness away.
I could have witnessed the self deteriorate as if poisoned by truths I planned to forget.
I drowned before I could open my eyes to the sea-salt filled ocean, waiting to be saved,
yet left to fend for my own for I created this mess.
No one seemed to be at home, all those once there could barely keep to their own.
I looked closely at my dug up grave and there my soul was, far from exhale.
Somehow I still walked out with broken pieces that took some life to heal.
If I stayed, I would've not been able to find myself back home, so leaving was my best choice.
17 November 2022
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Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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