A Note From Henry
I don't remember how it all began.
Was I chasing happiness, or running from sorrow?
I lived in constant battles,
gripped by things I could not control.
And in the middle of it,
a candlelight held up the words: strength and truth.
For a while I cupped that flame in my hands
until the light thinned and went out.
Then darkness came, and I lost my way.
But I am still here,
kept alive by the last word I saw
before the light left my flesh and soul.
My spirit still lives inside those words:
strength and truth.
Copyright © Koffi Mtonga | Year Posted 2026
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