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...
Copyright © Tholoana Mohale | Year Posted 2020
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