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Poetry Pleases: My Heart

...My heart urges me in whispers -
It tells me to swing and dance in the wind of a rediscovered self
Like a morning butterfly - so sweet, so free, so there...

That fine poet Masimba Biriwasha tells of thoughts and feelings experienced by every questing human being.

Alone.
My heart grabs me in the darkness - and leads me on
Towards a narrowed doorway
Look. It says.
Look at the scorpions you've kept for so long.
Look at the light you've shunned for so long.

Convinced.
I take steps out of the shadows.
Then hide my face again
Relishing in the worms and vomit of past nightmares
Afraid to catch onto the flame of my glory

Silently.
My heart urges me in whispers -
It tells me to swing and dance in the wind of a rediscovered self
Like a morning butterfly - so sweet, so free, so there.

I try.
But the old cobwebs surround me
Darkening my sky of possibilities with the swiftness of
hungry skunks.
Drowning me in their murky and muddy stink

I weep.
I want to be free - I say to my heart
I want to be free - free from all the ghosts in my cupboard.

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