Beckon
She's like the sun.
A smile that knows that it shines
through the clouds on your dull days.
She has an influence that would make you follow her
into the labyrinth the moment she would beckon,
the moment she would light up your light
would be the same.
But just like the sun she disappears
only to appear after due.
She's the sun, you're the clouds
she shines through to create the silver lining where there is none.
She's the sun that beams rays to dry the ground she walks upon.
She's the sun whose light becomes a beacon to which we fly.
No matter which way it runs,
no matter where it shines,
you follow the sun.
Salt
Smiles faded.
Smiles were worn away from the home
in the mind of the person you had once been.
To rub salt in the wounds of a cut so gory
it told stories without being understood.
You broke yourself with a mindset that
was not who you were.
Being toxic applies as much to yourself
as it always did to anyone else.
You're human too and it's
because you're human that you
have the unflappable nature to build yourself up again.
Like the sand on the shores,
the snow in the mountains,
the leaves in the pile,
the hope in your eye, there will be more.
You will be whole.
Parables
The wind blew and the sky was blue
and the leaves were green, and we lived.
Listening to words of those unseen and unknown.
Parables spoken to the ears
of those that became in themselves the ones who spoke.
Words, like ideologies, like culture,
like love, like money,
is passed on.
Stories are the medium that passes on life.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Matric 2018
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