Of Star Gazing Into Tomorrow

Sometimes the random tweets I post wind up inspiring someone and magic just like poetry happens……..

We can sit and talk
or we can sit and stare at one another,
it’s up to you.

We can sit and talk
outside under a full moon

The magic of conversations
under the moonlit nights

Star gazing,
pure magic.

Counting heartbeats and stars

Dreaming of a future,
that never will be.

Dreams made on wishes,
of the light of stars long dead

Dimmed light within,
lone stars through the dark nights.
And no hope in our shattered hearts

The night sky revealing more than the day hides,
dim stars still shine
and hope,
hope springs from the kernels of shattered hearts.

When will it be over?
When shall it not hurt?
When can I recover
And to joy revert?
When the night is done,
And tears are dry.
When love’s bright sun
Breaks the dawning sky

Night ends,
Dawn breaks
Time flies,
Wounds heal,
Pain dims,
Storms end,
Skys clear,
Birds cheer,
and you realise its tomorrow.
A place different from today.

The darkness never goes away.
Tomorrow you say?
but tomorrow he still does not love me
and my heart is still in pain.
Tomorrow comes and the darkness remains,
I break and mend and break again
In spite of all my acting tough.

Falling apart,
to be remade again,
each piece,
exactly where it should be.
And when you are ready
it will find you.
Come find me when you wake up.
Thats what tomorrow whispers

falling apart

mended heart
~B
Day 23 of Africa Stories from Home

Miss Becka is certifed bookworm and can be found on Twitter: @melaninsodark

 

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Of the unFairness of some things

Ever stepped on a piece of dirt and you walk with a limp like the princess who couldn’t sleep on fifty mattresses because there was a pea underneath, well like that but instead it’s something beneath your shoes and maybe you try dragging your shoe as you walk to remove it. (Do you remember an old sprite advert where some trendsetter steps on gum and tries to scrape it off as he walks and people thought it was a new style of walking and copied him.)
Anyway there you are trying to remove the offending dirt and you may even consider shaking your fist and swearing at the heavens why they go let this happen to you.

fist-at-heaven

Then you see someone walking with no shoes and suddenly you realise somethings just aren’t fair.

Fairness

Life isn’t fair when you are wondering where your next meal will come from and your elected leaders are showing off shiny new campaign vehicles telling you how they have your vote.

ZanuPf Campaign vehicles

Life isn’t fair as you walk the streets on trash collection days and see what the gated community folk throw away and you wonder what they do for a living in a country with 90% unemployment. You see someone go through the trash and collecting what they can and you wish you were half as crazy and twice as brave……

litter

Life isn’t fair when you pass a mother quietly asking that you buy something, on the pavement of a busy sidewalk. Small children beside her. You wish you had something to give except kind thoughts.

selling ware

Life isn’t fair when you feel like you are the lost generation born free and sacrificed by the revolution which overstayed its moment in the sun, shrivelled and yet still unyielding not letting anyone else have their moment in the sun

Life isn’t fair when the only qualifications you need to get ahead in life is to inherit the war credentials of your parents, doors open as if by magic when you use your father’s war liberation pseudonym as a password.

Zanla

Life isn’t fair when you have a nation full of graduates who can’t get jobs forever waiting to put their degrees to use.

Graduates playing soccer

Life isn’t fair when everyone’s a dealer of sorts, running a side hustle to survive, and the only lesson little minds are learning, is to be dealers and only look out for number one.

Life

Life isn’t fair when political parties already in power alongside their state captured media hold us at ransom spending money to campaign for votes promising to deliver all sorts of good things, instead of just doing them and letting their track record speak for them.

Life isn’t fair when I just don’t get how campaigning for elections works because only those who haven’t been elected should campaign; since they haven’t had the opportunity and resources to show case what they can do; whilst those already in power well they are in power…….

Life isn’t fair when someone won’t be bothered to register to vote because well history has led us to believe one’s vote is no more important than making an X on a piece of paper and flushing it down the toilet.

Life isn’t fair when it feels like my civic right to vote is simply to pick one who tells the best sounding lies so that they can loot the country next.

Life isn’t fair when so many lies go unchallenged, that truth not only loses it’s edge but honesty becomes a commodity, bought, sold and sometimes stolen.

Life is unfair when I don’t remember how to dream when I can’t imagine life with bullet trains and spaghetti roads, how can I when I don’t remember what it feels to go into a bank and not only will my money be there but having birthed interest too

Life isn’t fair when I can hardly get myself to have hope and imagine a new world…… To dream of tomorrow.

Life isn’t fair, who said it had to be; it could be worse but I am here, now happening.

Life isn’t fair but I play my part let it not be said of me that I simply watched as others decided for me……….

~B

Photo Credit The standard