In My House

In my house, I stumble across myself hitting against walls, lost.
In my mind, I see you dis-entangling my state & re-arranging my might, disrupting my etiquette & feeling your gain.
When I regain my strengths to follow again, I realise the plight of my being & the sorrows that make you be.
You belong to the world that holds you strong when I am down & you believe in the harmony of your planet, when I am fallen
You are frozen-in my house, in my mind.

And because I free –fall with the engine of my own beliefs, because I crack my skull to love you
I leave you in my house, to stand as you wish.

In my house you will live without fear of yourself until time mends your expectations of me. You will drink from my cup, in my house until your thirst & eagerness to see me gone, thins. This is my house, it is my mind.
And through out the life-line I employ to understand you and keep you free from the chains around, hard around your head,
You may one day see that even as my synergy fails against yours
I stayed true to your shifts & Bolts of Anger.

This is my house, my mind
Even as I stumble across walls, lost
I will always live here.


By Nomfusi Xinindlu