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Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere Poem
I gave up on everything, I gave up on everyone.
I know this is a heaven, but I just don't think it was meant for me.
If you knew me you would judge me for all those mistakes
So like the rest of us I carry this smile on my face and act like everything is alright as I try not to break.
My smile is like the love you gave me but all along it was fake
Copyright © Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere | Year Posted 2025
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Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere Poem
They walk among us, wrapped in a quiet that intrigues, in a silence that soothes. We think they’ve always been this way, born under a merciful star, spared from opposing winds. But this peace, you have to listen to it closely: it vibrates like metal hammered a thousand times, it echoes with the memory of blows taken, of wounds stitched raw.
A hundred years of inner war means a hundred years of facing one’s own demons. The fear of never being enough, the doubt lodged like a splinter under the skin, the anger that burns inward and consumes more than any external enemy. It’s a hundred years of painful learning: realizing that forgiveness doesn’t free the other, but frees oneself; that falling matters less than refusing to rise; that the hardest battle is not the one fought against the world, but the one waged in the silence of the heart.
Their peace is a silent victory, a fortress without walls, a light that even darkness respects. It is not made of forgetfulness, but of a soothed memory. It does not deny the cracks; it inhabits them. It no longer fears the storm, for it knows that at the end of turmoil, there is always a washed sky, ready to begin again.
And when their eyes meet yours, what you sense is not the arrogance of invulnerability, but the humility of one who has walked through fire and discovered, deep down, they are unbreakable
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In Savannah's heart, where wild things play,
A wanderer roamed, lost in a dreamy way.
He searched for wonder, for magic in the air,
And found the Queen, with beauty beyond compare.
Her eyes, like stars, shone bright and fair,
Her touch, like warmth, banished all despair.
The wanderer's heart, once dry and gray,
Now beat with joy, in a brand new way.
But alas, their love was fleeting, brief,
A moment's magic, a lifetime's grief.
The Queen, with heart so pure and kind,
Took the wanderer's heart, and left him blind.
He gazed into the clouds, with tears in his eyes,
And whispered secrets, to the Savannah's sighs.
The wind, it howled, like a mournful sound,
As the wanderer's heart, lay broken, on the ground.
Yet still, he dreams, of the Queen's sweet face,
And searches for her, in a lonely place.
For in her love, he found a fleeting peace,
A moment's joy, that will forever release.
Copyright © Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere | Year Posted 2025
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"Home" is a word that echoes in my mind
A haunting melody, a cruel design
A place where shadows dance, where love's a lie
Where the heart beats with fear, and tears never dry
I've known the weight of hands that meant to hold
But crushed instead, leaving scars that never unfold
The silence screams, a cacophony of pain
A symphony of shattered dreams, a refrain
I've searched for solace in the darkest night
A fleeting peace that's lost in the morning light
The ghosts of memories haunt me still
Echoes of a love that turned to bitter pill
I yearn for a place where I can be free
Where the weight of expectations isn't crushing me
A place where I can breathe, where my soul can rest
But it's a mirage, a fleeting dream, a distant quest
In this wilderness of broken dreams and shattered hopes
I'll wander, lost, with heart that beats like a rope
I'll follow the shadows, the whispers in my ear
Until I find the silence, the stillness that's so dear
Perhaps in the darkness, I'll find my way
To a place where love isn't a four-letter word for pain
Where home isn't a prison, but a sanctuary true
Where I can be me, without fear, without shame, anew.
Copyright © Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere | Year Posted 2025
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If you never take the time to truly heal from what hurt you, you’ll end up bleeding on people who never cut you. ??
Unhealed wounds don’t just disappear with time, they silently travel with you, shaping your words, your trust, your reactions, and even how you love. The people you care about might feel the sting of pain they never caused, and innocent hearts can become collateral damage from battles they never fought.
It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to you.
You deserve a life where you’re not held hostage by the ghosts of yesterday.
You deserve peace that isn’t constantly interrupted by old memories.
You deserve to love freely without fear of betrayal.
Healing isn’t a weakness, it’s strength. It means confronting the pain, learning from it, and deciding it will no longer define you. The process might be uncomfortable, and it might take longer than you expect, but the freedom you’ll gain will be worth it.
So, take the time. Cry if you need to. Forgive when you can. Let go when you must. Because your future doesn’t deserve to be punished for your past. ???
And the people who love you deserve the whole, healed version of you, not the one still bleeding from old wounds. ??
Copyright © Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere | Year Posted 2025
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