The Jungle

I came out here on my own To learn and discover my purpose To grow and expand my horizons But it's a lonely road It is steep and looks long It feels intense for my-tiny-self I have no idea how to knit it together Where to start and where I should end Where not to touch and where to get my hands dirty It's starting to feel like I am thrown into a den of lions Where the survivor is not doubted from the beginning of the battle Where I am crowned with defeat before my opponent even moves But I pay my face a visit in the mirror The only language it can speak is Tears I wipe them away and keep it moisturised because we have to keep making appearances We should show up everyday better than yesterday We must keep it together until we're excused from the crowds again Until the blinds let no more light through the windows To be true to our fears again To flow like the Tsitsikamma just until dawn breaks And its yet another day...