So then I repeat my disasters
Swap their miserable positions
And frame every single misery
As though each is honourable
Nail them fast to the afternoon
They protect the other reasons
Tiring each other out once more
But oh so familiar and oh so safe.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
And frame every single misery As though each is honourable
I tend to do that when am overwhelmed.
Beautiful words. It’s been a while since I stopped by and am glad I did. 🙂
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We are funny creatures like that. Lol 🙂 As though clinging on to them and repeating them will change something. Weird habits die hard. I am glad you stopped by. Thank you. Have a fabulous afternoon. 🙂
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Well said 🙂
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Lol. Thanks for reading Celestine. Had a brief moment there. 🙂
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Beautiful poem Nomzi
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Oh Patriko, thank you for taking the time. Have a super afternoon. No pity parties here today. 🙂
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