Shutters
Shutters
I found myself holding a pen and a page full of blanks like these shuttered life of mine
My state of mind was somewhat angry figuring that I was lost in my own anger to the man I thought as a protector “The one I loved”
Where are you?
I started looking again for the one I loved in suspense to find something or someone better this time
How are you?
I finally got to meet a different vision of him in someone with all these chains obligating my life without any shame of judgement
How have you been?
I stripped naked my truth being unafraid of his perception of me
He looked deep and hard and started picking up the pieces of my life that was shuttered
The first one was patience
Damn! How did he know I am in fiascos?
The second was compassion
How did he know that such with love is the greatest combination? Breaking all these walls I built to protect this delicate heart he had at shutters
The third was patience
He knew for sure I would never be able to break free, even by myself I would never be able to have such crafts
He was a king, a Mister
He was love in shutters and he knew how to patch my pieces along with his and he did that like a lecture on a board finding an “X” to balance an equation with so many solutions leading to one answer
I couldn’t even do fairness when I called him by his last name while having him ingesting all the butterflies by the sweet nothings I uttered
He knew how to mend my shutters
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Copyright © Masego Nkuna | Year Posted 2019
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