We are the broken but whole and though our cracks, they may be deep, do not mistake this for a weakness, for I assure you we are not weak, we will not shatter when shaken, we will not crumble under pressure, our golden standard our own, we are not here for you to measure,
We will rise above expectations, in the depths we do not creep, we do not follow, we are not sheep, we know our value and we are not cheap, for we are the broken but whole, everyone of us unique
They who know heartbreak, know happiness just as pure, just as they who supplied the poison, have once supplied the cure,
Show gratitude to those who leave you beaten and broken, for now you see joy is smothered in honey, just as those that left you cold, motivate your days to be sunny,
Take lessons from the pheonix, as it rises from the ashes, it will find itself burnout again, before it brings wonder to the masses
Thoughts of death lately seem to fill my mind, clock watching for gate keepers occupies my time, dark thoughts so suffocating, swallowing the shine, sadness behind the biggest smiles, standard answer, I’m fine,
It’s my choice to suffer in silence, all who care have tried their best, carry the world upon my shoulders, yet can’t seem to lift this weight upon my chest, well put together on the surface, yet beneath I am a mess, the long sleep grows more appealing, if I may, I must confess,
Do more, say less, pats on the back, they’re so impressed, always giving and giving has left me stressed, all these expectations of my best have left me without rest, as I spiral through a hornets nest of intrusive thoughts I can’t digest, but I’m needed so I must digress, your love is the only reason all hope hasn’t died yet…
Just another Sunday morning, reflecting on my regrets, where did I go wrong? My bedroom inside my head, is this how I’ve made my bed?
Should I blame others instead? Now carefully I tread, emotions hold but by a thread, yet the feeling that I get when I reflect is one of dread, fight or flight, which one is right? For when I fought I should have fled, maybe I would not have bled, for when I tried to lift my fists they felt heavy as though made of lead,
So where now do I turn? What bridges do I burn? How do I discern what to forget and what to learn? My emotions left to churn, I linger yet I yearn, this contradiction an affliction, are these the feelings that I earn? I’m on my knees, I beg and plead for all this to adjourn.
Empty, hollow, a never ending void, the way you left me feeling when you left my heart destroyed,
Shattered, broken, a mere shell of a man, your actions were so ruthless I simply could not understand,
Lost, anxious, hopelessly depressed, questioning my worth because I gave you nothing but my best,
Shocked, confused, where’s my self respect? I invited all this pain when I accepted this neglect
Your silence tells me a story, your smile contradicts your eyes, your body language says all that needs to be said, yet your words take me by surprise,
Show me the true you my sweet stranger, show me what lies beneath, I can read you just like an open book, so remove your sword from its sheath,
Take your best shot, hit me hard, cut me deep, get under my skin and reach deeper within, shake my core, reveal to me your darkest sin and understand acceptance from one who is not your kin
We all have a past, we’ve all made mistakes, we all have traumas filling our plates, we all want a clean sheet, a wiping of slates, but rising from failures is what makes us great
Cape Town, my beloved city, bright lights they do adorn her, mountain peaks and busy streets, beauty on every corner, sweet smelling flora, most majestic fauna, just a handful of her wonders make it hard not to adore her,
The mother city, all her children, a cultural melting pot, flavours of all ethnicities, together they have been brought, such great unity, a home for all that have sought, her splendour chases you, and just know you will be caught, give thanks to our forefathers, for this is why they fought,
The beauty of bustling beaches, the great Garden route, the history of the Cape flats, the depth of our local roots, the summit of Table mountain, in hardy hiking boots, snowing Ceres mountains and delicate fynbos shoots, the mother city welcomes you
A shadow can only be cast in the presence of light, a day can only be made through the reverence of night, understand that these two go hand in hand, opposites yet equals in the lifetime of man,
The good and the bad, the highs and the lows, the sun in the summertime, the wintery snows, autumn leaves fall, spring time leaves grow, your hard times aren’t permanent, I hope this you know
You’ve known me for years, we lost touch and reconnected, so much time has elapsed and yet our friendship is unaffected,
Things have changed and so have we, but yet we still share a deep connection, our bond is strong and has survived, as if it were natural selection,
You became a mom, I became a dad, our priorities had changed, but yet somehow with things different now, we never felt estranged,
You have always and will always be my closest friend, time may pass and things may change, but we’ll be friends until the end
Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,
Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,
I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,
A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…
Pandora Poems 