By: Khauhelo Banyane
Unshackle thyself, dear child.
Pry yourself free,
Pry yourself free from bounding shackles.
For bondage is but a mere shard.
Blunt, yet sharp and fierce.
Alas!
Curses!
Solitude where art thou?
Ever so scarce,
Ever so shy.
Like a forbidden curse,
You hide in the tightest nooks and crannies of this earth.
Like the words of a tree,
You are draped in myth,
Disguised like an idea conjured by a mad man.
In the end,
In the ultimate end!
You are but a mortal's dream.
Peace in the world,
Peace for the living?
Gather thy treasures not on earth,
But in the Kingdom above.
For there
Your house stands ready for your return,
For there
Your life awaits.
Beautiful
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