It’s almost day break,
And I’m still awake,
I’m emotionally drained,
Triggers playing havoc with my bain.
I can hear my heart drumming,
I’d rather be asleep,
I’d like to dream,
That I’m a child,
Throwing pebbles in the stream,
Watching each little ripple,
Takes me back to when I was little,
Chasing butterflies and climbing trees,
Falling and landing on my knees,
I can hear wire birds singing too.
The calmness and stillness in my soul,
Flowing through my veins,
Liberating my inner pains,
Reviving my stagnant energy.
Looking out to sea,
Hoping my muma is thinking of me,
I dream of her most nights,
I have no opportunities or rights.
My demons I try so hard to tackle,
I dream of freedom,
My soul unshackled,
I have a hunger to be valued,
Cast aside like a parasite,
I’m not asking for favours,
Just listen to what I’m saying,
No point in delaying,
You tell me to move on,
Go away and forget it,
They are trying to silence me.
They think I’m not worth it,
I’ll stand up and fight for my right,
Ignorance is a burden,
It withers my spirit,
I won’t back down,
I will not be powerless,
And most of all I won’t be voiceless. By Dorothy Maude my life.
I am an exhausted self taught writer.