palms of wisdom

  Dancing feet of a solitary reaper. Then I will sing on it again like a bird with plucked wings  encaged in a hot iron rod jail .  Then I will cry out like a child who has lost both parents  Instantaneously.  It was never enough for us to trode on it with chests , held high in the air . Then I will protest like an irked crowd of women furiously, marching to destroy their perpetrator.  Then when all is gone, I’ll be hung in the atmosphere like dust from the dancing horses. Dear flower its been long since I danced with you , for my  feet had been healing from the scars of the crack ridden  floor I grew up on. The cloud of ignorance hovers all over for they all get fed  with silver or gold spoons.  But I always bump and collide with tartared garments in my  closet and the hauling storms and thunder rumbling in the stomach makes it worse. Palms of wisdom save us from tyranny and poverty eating our heels and everyone around us. Yes...

  Little bird You had been growing with time  Even though you were born in miles I watched you as you blossom  But now look at the crows  Laughing as they chase  you with eyes of destruction You had been cherished with love But now you are rotting with lust  I watch you fall apart helplessly because my nest is too far to warm you You had been promised freedom but sadly Here you are caged and showered with lies and deceit. I will watch you perish because my hands  are tied. You are now left alone with your nest askew reeking melancholy. I saw your tears yesterday I see them today  but if you leave them  I will see them tomorrow You have been left with scars  But they come to add more  I watch you fall into depression accompanied by  Low self-esteem because you trust and love too much Your ribs are broken  Your wings are tender  Your legs are shaking Your head is hammering  I will bandage and sooth you  Small ...

  Cancer  Right as it snatches me by the loose strings  Of my heart ,I turn slowly to dart away from it  Faster than lightning it catches up and tears me From limb to limb leaving me solemn in agony and the dust of depression settles in and I turn to pills Smearing a smile to let the world turn away because Questions with no answers send depression to taunt  and haunt me again. It all fades away as I shut my eyes pressing tears in But in no time they protest and my eyelids let them escape Am fading away like burnt ashes of the dead in the wind Am scared of sharing about the sad girl filled with loathe stuck in me . I keep her locked in because the world knows how to  point fingers and dance to your sorrows. Am scared that when the sun gets embraced by its mother  Thoughts surface like bats seeing light from an intruder If I could find a solution far from suicide, I will repaint  my portrait adding colours to bring life to my picture. It will water...

  Therapy  Can I call you blood, mine, best friend, cousin during these, maybe the words can give you the strength and courage to lean on me ……. Cascading positive and kind words flood my mind when I think of describing you. Am I allowed to use the present tense, because in my heart you still live… I get choked by words when I try to question why you chose to walk away, but guilt tends to pinch the mind and conscience pausing rhetorical questions“ was I there for you the same way you were there for me”….. Brother look at how the hand is quickly adjusting to the past tense yet the mind is still fighting the battle of believing that you are gone,The more I scroll through our chats, deep sadness fills up my mind because you constantly threw signs and I didn’t notice that it was slowly eating you up…..

  Fighting ghosts of denial Rejection has always been that sore pimple that sticks out no matter how hard you try to contain the fear of seeing plans, hope and happiness fading into the unthinkable. Fear knows when to budge in without knocking “ you are well aware that it will send you back into that dark hole of depression you just got out of ”. Palms of wisdom if you don’t keep me calm or help me contain the escaping dust of giving up, you might lose yourself too. breathe in, breathe out….. I have always felt as if , and believed that, the future of my family is on my back, I cant watch rejection wiping off their hope. We have never been on the platform of those that afford what the hearts yearn for, So I have cast my eyes on promising aspects and I have gathered strength to push my feet towards achieving the unbelievable. Palms of wisdom, I am toiling with perseverance up my sleeves, am moiling with hope but rejection( shaking my head ) . breathe in, breathe out…...

  The symbol of courage and strength  even your flag emits the rays of mettle  The world applauds your resilience in  this whirlwind that inflicts pain to your bleeding nation  You have shamelessly embraced yourself with your warm flag  the blanket of peace even in this stormy weather  you have touched the joints of bones that gave up  even before walking the path of freedom reviving the spirit of hope Through battered windows they watch you take the walk of tribulation  but I know tomorrow, our eyes will feast in jubilation as the world helps you sit on your throne of sovereignty, peace and freedom I strongly believe that  day is drawing nearer ......