Had I not left the burden into someone else's palms, maybe things would've been simpler.

These thoughts rush in my head and I find myself trapped in a trance.

Did I not use myself as a cup, saving what was not to seep into the ground?

Did I not trap what was meant to evaporate?

Did I not try hard enough?

I don't... I don't know

Should I run for hiding every time turmoil appears, especially with these scars in my hands?

Everything I have touched, there I have left my trace

Predictable....so predictable are these steps

Like a Wiseman whispered and said " there, where those steps will tread lies a pitstop ahead ", so I shrunk into my little box and not move, not even an inch

For the greyheads have spoken, who am I not to heed these warnings?

I don't know... I don't know

But, I am a goddess and I create my rules as I go, so no fear shall shut the doors unlocked... unlockedEven with Goliath and evil presiders standing insight, the fire within fumes and unquinched

Lo! I take out this ink sword and cut open these locks

See? These doors open asunder!

By Nthabeleng Pheko

-RedInk poetry🎭

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