Friday, 1 July 2016


I have been alone
The point you notice everyone's gone
When expectations are broken by those unexpected
An eerie kind of lonely ignited

I have felt alien
The life of a social pariah unimaginable to the esteemed
An unforgiving empty state of being
When the skin once worn proudly, burns

I have been there
The feeling is that of deadness
A state of absolute stillness and utter darkness
Imagine a room with no exit, walls closing in

I have been to war
The hustle that is thrust on you
Where you sweat for a lost cause, begging for more
Having nothing and dragging oneself through yet another day

I am here
The point of realisation of self worth
Head held high, eyes on the prize
Carrying invisible scars, just a reminder

This is for you Sandra Chimunhu