Lily Mosweu Poems

Life, a soul shattering journey for those delicate as the nymphaea tetragona.
Emotion sucking.
Feet dragging.
A silent shout.
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On her bed she lay
Gaze fixed on the turmoiled branches outside
Still, vicious, wild & confused
Her heart's native tongue
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Spring is here but everything is just so bleak,
Like a tree in the bitter cold, every blow of wind takes away a piece of me,
A baobab I thought I was,
Able to survive with no fat leaves to store my water,
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Crystal clear, it all is so sparkling bright
My eyes can't stand the light
I try to block it out
Shades I pull out, still no sight
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Is it wrong that my heat craves just you,
Cries out for us,
Longs for you & I, together in oneness,
That I breath heavy unless I take in your name,
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3-4 nights...3-4 nights, sodden pillow after pillow, the pain of a soul bruised oozing all through towers of cotton, hitting base at syncopated rhythms of a heart torn..
Why is it that you hold a huge piece of me so strongly? What is it about you that makes my heart surrender so easily to your ways without listening to me first? Me! Its owner! The being of its existence.

3-4 nights, bleak nights... Soul searching for a comfort where the heart is filled with nothing but the awfully painted illusion of cocoon hatching vibrations at the pits of our guts letting out pretty little butterflies, rainbow puffing unicorns & fairies dancing around to the sound of someone's voice. A search seeming so futile when the painter of my canvas, the holder of the voice ringing in my ears is so far away..
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