As long as there are prayers
There will always be dreams boasting about the moment of their conception
There will always be orators who are born to witness the birth of tales
Painters that never sleep, but steal from the night monolithic static portraits that have seen the light shedding its colors
Martyrs that are waiting for their destinies in chambers that have been filled with the soliloquies of voices with monotones of truths
Open arms that lead to hearts that are ready to embrace confessions that the devil has filled the pages of his book of the sins of souls
Unconscious intentions that lures the vagrant destiny that unlocks mazes, and reborn in puzzles
The pruning of tendrils of memories that find peace for the monsters that feed our fear
To embrace the innocence of faith.
Nkateko Tshabalala is a self-published author of Poetic Flair. Full bio at poetry potion.