The language of Broken things
When are you leaving?
Have you come to finish me off?
Why are you so kind?
Broken things are forever sharp,
Just in case an attack launches
And they didn’t see it.
We come for peace,
Hoping our love will soften those edges
And see themselves worthy of gold in between the cracks.
We have come to stay
We have come to mend
Kindness Is the only language we know.
Pelonomi is an author of echoes of the inclined. Currently a final year Bachelor of education student at Sol Plaatje University.