No Love Forgotten

by Dipuo Molomo

Loved you like a sister

But like a God created weather forecast

That love disappeared the same way

Teardrops disappeared from my eye

When I cried about loving someone like you

Caught in a serious cross firing roads

One is Love and the other is Hate

Poor little me is scared and shaken by the choice

Ahead!

The road less travelled is Beautiful

So beautiful that it reminded me of

The first time you smiled and your eyes sparkled

That moment was so breathe taking

Breathe taking it was, because from that moment

I intentionally and free willing trapped and wrapped

Myself into a spell cast by me, the author of a tragedy!

Not a beautiful tragedy,

But one that makes Romeo and Juliet

Seem like a Happily Ever After fairy-tale

Hating you is no option and loving you is out of the question!

Like the time that is infinite and also timeless

Time travel isn't a gift made by God

Thus I can't - and my caged heart won't go back

Won't go back to that place, where I once

Adored you as must as the beautiful sounds

Of chipping birds on a sunny, cloudless summer morning!

Never been the "dear diary" writing type

But found my hand moving and leaving letters and alphabets in a book. With a cover DIARY

Asked little me, 'what is this?'

With a proud response and answer little me said

'I write in this book because like an innocent fool

Mistakes made need be recorded

Mistakes made need be recorded'

Thought to myself you are that one mistake

I don't regret but never wanna make again!

Like John Legend I loved all of you

And yes you were that worst distraction and

My rhythm and blues

Kept my heart chasing the rhythm

Chasing the rhythm of the false heart beat you gave

Caged my heart to prevent it from being

Shattered into billion microscopic molecules

That drifts away in the galaxy of the diamonds

Found in your eyes

Caged my heart from loving anyone because, once

Upon a Time - Every time you come into my life you Ripped an inch of my innocent heart.

And I keep bleeding

You love me not!

The lost Pearls

Young and ambitious she took to the world

knowing not who she was 

allowed the world to define her

in a whirlwind she went

being tossed to and fro 

by every wind

by every song 

by every idol

there they went 

her pearls

she watched them roll away

thinking that they weren’t her own

laughing even at the poor soul that had lost their pearl

how stupid she said

knowing not that stupid was her

and she was it

it took a dark night to gain sober judgement

she felt her neck 

it was bare

those pearls were hers

and they had rolled away

with a string of dignity

she scurried away and tried to find her pearls

she picked every pearl she could find

some were hers 

others were not

some weren’t even pearls

all that was real she took

her string of dignity no longer barren

she found something

through pain

through heartache

through courage

she found

wisdom

Adapt or Die

In a constantly changing environment an organism has to adapt in order to survive this Charles Darwin theories. Life being what it is; it is constantly changing: we grow up; we move; we meet new people; we lose people; we start and finish ventures. Life is ever changing and compels us to do the same. ‘What changes are you making in your life?’ it is a question someone could have asked since it is a new year. This brings me to think about what changes I am making. Furthermore are those changes to my advancement or determent?

Sometimes changes hurts.

I take that back. Most times change hurts.

Often broken bones don’t heal properly or completely, it could be because the bone was shattered, infected, you could have a medical condition that inhibits proper healing or be a smoker which too inhibits healing. This may result in pain or a disability; of which would alter the function of the body.

Many of us have adapted, we are clearly not dead but, we walking around in pain; some have been doing it for so long we have become good at keeping the pain hidden. So we will say:

 ‘I’m fine’,

‘It’s okay’,

‘don’t worry about it’,

‘it’s cool’.  

How many variations of ‘I’m fine’ have you uttered in your life?

People call you strong, brave for what you did and what you went through… and yes you are, the fact that you are still standing is a testimony to that.

Yet my friend tell me this, if you were a strong horse having endured many winters but, came to your coldest winter, and doing what you do grew longer fur, if an opportunity were to come to allow you to go to warmer shelter, would you go or just adapt?