The Flame, The Seed Poem by gloria wekesa

THE FLAME, THE SEED.

I try to open the door, but it won’t
Burge,
The flame is eating up everything hungrily,
And its smoke is choking me,
The windows are all closed,
There is no way out,
I remember once when I had
The opportunity to get out,
When everyone had warned me
Of the impending doom,
But,
I didn’t listen, because
I didn’t believe it,
Now am huddled at the door,
Am watching as it is devouring
Everything,
The once sweet memories
The tears won’t stop coming,
But there is no fear,
Because this is the fate
I chose,
It will devour me too,
And all that will remain
Is ashes, and my soul
Because this is the fate
I chose.

I threw it, because it looked
Emaciated and wrinkled,
It wouldn’t give me a good
Harvest, it was a useless
Seed,
Now my neighbour took it
And planted it, and its so
Healthy and robust,
It’s given him fruits and
Flowers,
It’s given him a shed and
It’s his friend,
I watch from across and
Wish I never threw it,
And wish to have it back
But now he owns it and
All I can do is regret
For throwing the seed
Away.


It’s a decision I have to
Make,
Do I throw the seed away
Now,
Can I live watching my neighbour?
Benefit?
Or, do I stay in the house
And watch as I get burned?
Which can I live with?
The flame or the seed?


BY GLORIA.