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Mitchelle Nyakuweka Poem
Why do I feel Myself just sinking
With nothing and no one to hold on to
Slowly, yet, I am on solid ground
Do not think it ironic
It’s quite plausible
Only I am not sinking,
Not literally anyway
Just emotionally, psychologically, spiritually
There’s nothing of Me left
No, I am not crazy!
No, I am not delusional
No, I am not over-exaggerating
No, I am not under the influence!
Listen to me.
I did not vanish into thin air
I did not explode into tiny pieces
I am not invisible
Yes, you can still see Me
You can still hear Me!
But can you?
Is it Me you see?
Is it Me you hear?
Or is it the illusion of My body, My voice,
Struggling to exist, in agony, but perhaps with a little hope
The hope of a new dawn
Perhaps it will be better today than it was the centuries before
That hope is all I have left
All I have not to let go
But perhaps that too will fade.
I plead you save your laughter for a more dramatic act
Kick me not to the curb
Do not be ignorant of my suffering
And later have the boldness to say
“If only we knew”
At the place I will rest
LISTEN TO ME!
NOW
Copyright © Mitchelle Nyakuweka | Year Posted 2023
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