I Write
I write
I write to conceal pain and heal my bruised heart
As the tears roll down on my face and the last tears shed on my cheeks
They fill the ink in my pen to see my smile in black and white
I cannot begin to explain to you the rivers that flow to make the ink in my pen and see my smile
When I cannot begin to understand the word love or compose a fake meaning for it nor can I write it down,
When happiness lives in recluse and in exile someplace else
When I am sucked out for life and cannot begin to compose false hope to give me enough courage to get up,
When there is nothing that seems to invoke a fake smile in my face for my heart is a little stubborn,
I write
When my heart is a little heavy and the world rests on my shoulders
When the conditions are merciless towards me and every day is a rainy day and there is no silver lining in the skies for a little sunshine
When there is a raging storm and waves are turning in violent composure in the restless ocean
When there seems to be no light on the way
I write
When I seem to forget that God cannot forsake me, that his presence is everywhere every time
When my faith has failed me and I cannot revive it
When my own spit is too heavy to swallow and I cannot control this feeling of utter weakness
When I am lost for strength, and I don’t have a fuel pump
I write
I write to conceal pain and heal my bruised heart
As the tears roll down on my face and the last tears shed on my cheeks
They fill the ink in my pen to see my smile in black and white
I cannot begin to explain to you the rivers that flow to make the ink in my pen and see my smile
I write
Copyright © Leneolame Thutlwe | Year Posted 2017
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