Pain and prayer by Mashila Dlamini

Mashila Dlamini | May 13th, 2022 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

The space between us remains confusing
Just like the periodic leap between children’s laughter turning into tears and wailing.

So, to you everyday I must kneel, confusing the space between us more,

Dear Heavenly beings that listen,
Everyday I must sound like you are sitting right near me even when the silence in my mind and house calls me names far worse than a pitied fool.
But for my sanity as childish as it may come, I choose to cry, willing and able to embrace laughter later, cause if I choose to laugh my tears would fall to their doom with no one to guide them to Heavenly beings that need us to fall on our knees.

Poet Bio

Well, he is 23 years old. Likes laughter and candy and would perform anywhere for free as long as there is great food and better intellectual harvesting.

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