Where do I push the hurt to
Where can I place it without it leaking
And stay there where I put it
Or will it travel back to its original place
What is its shape, size and colour
I promise I will not adorn it.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
Where do I push the hurt to
Where can I place it without it leaking
And stay there where I put it
Or will it travel back to its original place
What is its shape, size and colour
I promise I will not adorn it.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
NOMZI KUMALO 
Don’t adorn it with feelings, lest it festers and chokes you. A powerful poem Nomzi, It touched my core. 🙂
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Hello Celestine, I am so glad that it meant something to you. To the core, now that I never expected. I am humbled. Thank you for taking the time once more.
Yes, the emotional approach is exhausting to say the least. Practical living works until one is hit by A Supernatural kiss. Know what I mean? 🙂
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yes, hurt does seem to travel where it wants, doesn’t it,
as uncooperative as water. in writing you opened the faucet,
watch it as it swirls down the drain….
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Lol. So true. I am so glad I found writing. Have a lovely afternoon. 🙂
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Yes, let it fall to your feet or travel in the wind. Wonderful.
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You have inspired me to write something about just that. You are fabulous! 🙂
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Well thank you Nomzi, you make a brown girl blush. Keep writing my dear, it’s in there.
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Arriba Arriba!
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SÍ!
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Oh such big questions, Nomzi. I love your last line. That is indeed a brave pledge, and more power to it.
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I started this poem long before I understood where I wanted to be. So in essence it was a short letter to myself. It certainly has been breathing a long while. And wonderful to finally let it go. Yes, ‘a brave pledge’. I love that. Thanks for taking the time. 🙂
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