Connection
If people left their footprints on every
Place their presence had been, your
Outline would walk wonders on
The traces of my skin. Not necessarily
Physically but touches of the mind as if
Touching your body meant less than the
Soles of our feet meant to clouds, less than
Sharks meant parrots or any other polar
Opposite that were never meant to meet, my
touch meant nothing to you because who needs
to feel hands when your souls connect?
Cages
People cage themselves, as if being
Trapped in a box is all we’ve
Ever meant to be. We live holed
Away as if reality was never tangible, as
If imagination and dreams were intangible
To make into reality. Trapped in boxes
Of black and white without ever
Realizing that the colour we seek can
Be found by widening reality to
Incorporate the imagination we’ve always
Excluded therefrom. We were always
On the edge of being innovative, creative,
Separated by our own societal boundaries
That keep us from dreams and hope.
We keep our worlds inn greys and shades
Thereof and staying inside of what we’ve seen
Not knowing that the sky is blue, the grass is green,
The sun is bright, and dreams and hope were always
Meant to have been ours. The sky
Has always been blue but our ability
To perceive it is what needed to be found too.
Band-Aids
When in pain people take the smallest
Things to turn into victories because that’s what
Needs to be done. Little stitches of a remedy
That turn into an entire band aid that
Replaces your presence until love comes again.
People say that something is still
Important if you still cry about it,
I think it’s time my eyes start to dry.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Matriculant 2018
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