By Siphenathi Yandisa
I’ve been here before,
I know the whispering voices urging you to choose a better death, I too have been tempted to believe on blades than pain killers. I’ve come here today not to claim to know your pain but to ask you for a dance in the midst of your storm. Life is, finding the rhythm in the thunder while lightning flashes like disco lights
As you dance your way into the unknown.
Dance with me today,
Let the rain of your tears revive us
As it seeps into the soil to water the seeds of your life,
The seeds you thought had long decomposed, Parts of you, you had lost.
Let’s fly our kites in the wind and learn
To befriend the pain, but not for long
Not for long, for all storms come to pave a way for a clear day.