Follow your own life line

It was strange & binding as I crossed the railway line that was going to connect me to my life-line

As I walked past many deathbeds with forgotten flowers & timeless rocks my disturbed heart was ironically covered in golden stars.

A bridge between my destinations

Some pebbles & a steep hill

I would at that moment adorn myself with the colours of the day.

A prize for a friend, thank god for you friend. You saw me & saw right through me.

A prize for my body. Thank god for my health, it is wealth indeed when it is strong.

A prize for the day to come-the sun to rise, I will never be the same again, for I am rich with decision.

That ghost lives in you now.

The palms of your hands do not sweat when your life-card is drawn

Your shocked silence no longer scares the victimisation of your existence

& your legs will never trigger the urge to run. Away.

Because they stand corrected in your beliefs

They milk the power of your existence

& break their own ice in the end

Erase not, what you know

Believe not, only what I tell you

Hate not, what you see.

Seek through the patience of these words &

Follow your own life-line.

By Nomfusi Xinindlu

The Collection: Whispers of the day & Monologues of Today.