Premonitions are reality manifested in predictions
Our eyes see beyond what our minds captures in time and locks in memory
We are what we visualize, we are made by what moulds our destinies
We walk the path that is ordained by fate, but altered by our choices
Silence in this realm of truth, we’re ghosts in the future
We’re the fog and mist that shapes hidden prophecies
We believe that life has a purpose, the purpose is to live, to live to love, to love to restore faith, to allow the spirit to break free from the cycle of reincarnation and to soar beyond, to scream, yes, we’re alive.
Death stands still frightened by our defiance to breathe, to smile, to cry, to be vulnerable.
To give our hearts to float in the lost rivers of wandering love, to find love, to feel loved.
To kiss lips, just to taste our future, begotten in giving hope, to scream, yes, we’re alive, we live.
Nkateko Tshabalala is a self-published author of Poetic Flair. Full bio at poetryportion.com.