Everlyn Kabwe

WHEN FLAWS BECOME ART

Trying to decorate plain paper with ink,
but my pen broke
spilling everywhere, leaving no trace
to captivate the reader.

I turn the page,
the backside waiting
a smart escape,
but still a reminder of the cracks, I know what you think 'ATI' it
like seeing my face in a broken mirror
and hoping for beauty.

It’s hard to accept.
It feels miserable.
I run away.

pause!!

what’s so difficult about the next chapter?
what’s so difficult about painting
a canvas made of heart?

The heat burns,
but the appreciation of art remains,
wonderful in the mind.

Right.
Pause.
Rewind.
Let’s make a good impression
with our new chapter.

Silence 🤫

Silence in the making,
creativity at the fingertips.

Laughter in the midst of giving up,
yet a lion’s heart is being forged.

Let us keep on fighting
for the sweat will surely pay off.

Poetry Speaks ✨

Poetry speaks the heart
listen and the mind creates images,
a canvas of healing
where people dive and rise renewed.

Poetry speaks the body
gestures bloom like flowers in motion.

Poetry speaks the heart ignite, burn, become light.

Love speaks,
poetry displays a mirror of soul and flame.

🌸📷

A Touch of His Healing

It was a touch of His healing
A covenant of breakthrough
Through setback, there was hope

Destiny embroidered in scattered patches
Yet His touch changes all
All they can do is guess
To them, it remains a mystery

Different attitudes, messages appointments, interpretations
They cease, they fight
Until bloodshed becomes their agreement

They built an horizon of hope
In the midst of confusion
Yet it was an illusion
A mirage in the mind of man

So much to hope for
So desperate for change
Yet all to no avail

Haaa… how wicked is the heart of man

SHADOWS BITTER OF DECIET

I become a stranger in the midst of love,
A bridge between love and lie,
A bandage for the old words,
A healing antidote but a spit on love,
A smile of hope, an ending of pain,
A caring heart of lies , so breaking free,
From the chains of deceit and pain,
I'll find my way, I'll love again,
With a heart that's cautious, yet still open.

HOPE

Why is it that in a heart full of hope, losses sight of hope?
I keep on wondering and searching for a meaning worth the hope.

In amazement, I enjoy the little bit of every moment.

In agony, I forget the amazement moment.

A question, Why?
But now, only complaining.
Screaming for help but finding solace in hope.


Danbana Bolya

Hope?
After which my efforts can't speak?
Maybe I'm born without, yeah.
All the inspirations go silent
My ears are tired
My eyes go blind in the same spot
But then, I still await the shining day.

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