you can't  see where they are bleeding
some scars are wounds that simply refuse to heal
others need more attention
not all disabilities are visible
the truth isn't always the best medicine or answer
even when it is capable of destruction very difficult to comprehend
leaving well enough alone is not always the best policy but what if it is the only one?
how much does it have to hurt?
will the cost be too great?
draw filled with smiles slapped on will only get you so far
do we judge too freely?
do we forget that yesterday doesn't exist for some because they only have today
when will they ever accept tomorrow?
One step forward and two steps back may not be the prescription
for all?

C@rainbowchaser2020

When you are pushed to the ground
Rise up and find your reason for contiinuing
It may not be obvious or apparent at first
You have to remain open and your purpose will make itself clear
While others attach themselves to fading stars
You will shine brightly in your own good time
So go forward and carry on and if you should  fall
You keep striving until you have it all.

C@rainbowchaser2020

The distance
My heart does not seem to bear

Every night I stay lonely staring at the moon
And the majestic voice of yours, I conjure

Set the alarm
Lock the doors
Lock the windows
Lock the shutters
Find the cricket bat – “put it by your bed”
Say goodnight to mom and dad

Although young, not naïve
I knew every night had the possibility of being my last

A routine that is now muscle memory.

Fear –
You may think
But life –
Normal for me.

Wake up
Turn off the alarm
Unlock the doors
Open the windows
Open the shutters
Put the cricket bat in the cupboard

Never being able to be left alone at home. Unwillingly dragged from store to store.

But – that’s the thing –
People don’t know the real Her,
They know the exquisite scenery, the unforgettable wildlife
They don’t know… But I do.
Because She is my home
Because being in constant fear for my life –
is normal.

Confused –
What do I tell people about Mother when they ask?
The person who raised me, taught me how to be grateful, how to ride a bike,         how to love.
Do I tell them? Will I scare them?

Although hidden beneath the tyranny – I would say –
the bloodshed
the faces of malnourished children left for dead on the side of the road the poverty struck soil the corruption      the greed the hunger the death the separation of class and race

Although a place feared –
Africa.

My Africa –
Whose sunshine you feel ignited in your soul
My Africa –
Whose smile is irresistibly contagious
My Africa –
Whose heart lies in the grassy terrain
The golden dunes of sand
The never-ending mountain tops
My Africa –
Who is the heart of various people
           cultures
   languages
          All who call Her home.
She is –
Where my heart lies even if I am thousands of miles away
Where my mind wanders from day to day.

Her air, instantly calls you
Her smell, instantly smelt
Welcoming you ever so dearly –
      Home.

Like all good mothers,
She is the one who can handle both the tranquil and turmoil,
the love and war.

She is my home. She is who I fear of disappointing.

My Africa –
is beautiful.

I tripped over a shadow today
and it reminded me
that things don't have to be real
to leave you scratched and bruised
and wishing you had paid more attention
to where you were stepping

In a billion years, will you recall
any of this at all?

Imagine recalling it all, as if
it happened
yesterday and before I slept I prayed an if
I have one more day,
let me make it
worthy of remembering in a billion years,
just in case.