Poetry, Tale Africa

As I sit…

By Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa: 

As I sit, with a pen in hand

Scribbling a word or two into a verse

Breathing life and giving emotion to a blank thin sheet with lines parallel

I can't help a set of array of emotions doing injustice to my soul

Hurt, anger and confusion have my mind tangled

In a loop of uncertainty and despondency

A series of questions have my mind running wild- contemplating to such a degree

That has me coming to realisation that life's huge concept simply overwhelms me

This has me wondering,

so I leap outside my space and to some degree –

slightly angle my eyes to the face of the heavens

Mesmerised at the sight of the sky – I begin to smile.

The thick contrast of the clouds has me coming to a serene state of mind

As rain droplets wash my face

The sound of the rain intensifies…sounding like drums

Of the great natives whose identity I posses and still runs deep within

And whose legacy I inherit

Seconds into this, I am soaked in litres of acidified rain

The waters drip down my fabric on to the floor

suspending a rich sweet aroma of the African landscape

Oh my God!

A shiver runs through my spine

I breathe in and out, standing still, solidified

As the moment resting on me is too good to be true

Minutes go by, and soon the emotions catch up with me

As the sphere of reality hits back

”Oh my God, I don't want to go back to that state of mind”- it has me saying

The three minutes of my life pass at a pace of a blink of an eye

Nevertheless, it is more like an out-of-body experience

The moment is and always will be engraved in my mind

But now, let me get focused of reality, that's what we do, right?

Talk about little detail but to me it speaks a great deal

Though the creator doesn't speak to me directly- he surely finds

Ways to show he cares. God speaks and God cares.

If you're not sure, take a look around

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