Listen ...
Deep but not underground
The buried soul rose up
My heart pounded like counting numbers
I was killed and murdered here, in my own imagination
Doubting myself time after time
Scared to tell status because of judgment
Last but not least,
"left outside the house again"
This time not in mine, but in someone else's soul
Never loving before admiring
I loved someone like a newborn baby
If you hear me well, please
"tell me what to do"
Guide him before his failure ...
God knows why.
-Banele Matyeba
Banele: As someone whose once-buried soul has been resurrected over the past six weeks, I so appreciate the "buried soul rose up" line. The idea of being left outside the house, not in one's own soul, but in the being of someone else, is one to which I relate.
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful writing. Thank you for sharing your talented voice.