Tracing the outlines of this edge,
I peruse the overlays of memories and
unfinished conversations over,
too many empty glasses-
numbness seeks response and yet,
the edge brings echos of safety,
carrying melancholy in a basket of
chronicles that pay tribute to the fallen
women that betrayed the path of freedom;
too soon and leaving many sisters
behind.
The edge beckons still,
mirroring dreams that picture the place where pain and ease
converse and
make love.
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Author: Iwalewa
Well, I've always had a passion for writing. I would describe myself as a feminist, a womanist and a humanist. Poetry is something I've developed a great passion for. Apart from that, I also spend time reading...although this might make me come about sounding like an introvert, I still like to think of myself as an extrovert! I love making new friends and meeting new people. I hope this blog allows others to share and enjoy my work and hopefully share their views and opinions about various issues :)
View all posts by Iwalewa
