The author I've never been
Sadly as I put the pen down
Trying to pour out all my emotions
My trauma and my life drama then I think…
Thinking that i was a writer for as long as i lived
Been playing with words my whole life
Book has been my friend and pen my best partner
I was an author that ive never been…
I grew up a reader in school
And turned a writer in tertiary level
But now i smell an author in my age
The author that ive never been…
With every ink i managed to link stories
with every paper i was a piper of all narrations
Somehow I knew i’m gifted
But my mind remained shifted
It Kept me blinded by the blurriness of unknown
And made me an author that i’ve never been…
Types of words which I gathered
And compilations of scripts ive written
All ive written and written yet took me nowhere…
Then i thought perhaps its beyond impossible
To get possible with the world of possible authors
That writing is in me but authoring is somewher e else
because i was just an author that ive never been
The one hidden in the closet
The one that kept wishing and wiling to write
Kept glued to screens upping scripts I never knew..
Never knew when and how will they turn me into n author
Deep down I knew there’s author in me
But never knew how to bring her to life
I remained a writer and kept writing
Hoping that one day I will become an author…
An author that ive jever been
I've always been a writer but…
But then why does it only feel right?
Feel right now for me to become an author
Right after my sons death?
Was it really waiting to come to life by losing his?
Is this the was for me to become an author?
If yes I guess a talent has its hilarious way of coming to life…
Copyright © Tswarelo Mohohoma | Year Posted 2025
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