Lie
Lie with me.
Lie under the stars that preceded our lives here.
Lie under the constellations that know who we were meant to become.
Lie upon a rock flying through space but we feel at home upon it.
Lie with me beyond worry,
beyond stress and love
and hate and fear
and courage and pain
and joy and you and I.
I'm not asking for much.
Just your existence under stars
that are mightily oblivious to our existence
but know us just as well.
Between minds that share thoughts
and bodies that share feelings,
inside hearts that beat and veins of blood that flows.
Exist beside me with our similarities and differences all at the same time.
I ask only that we could exist under the stars.
Lie with me.
Strike
We became more.
More than who we used to be.
Almost like an awakening,
a sudden strike of consciousness
into an already conscious brain.
Like the waves on the sand,
we flowed into our own as if we were never really ourselves.
To find what we love to do is to find love for yourself.
To pursue what we were meant to be
is to do nothing more than act out destiny.
Our blocks fell upon each other like the bricks on a house
that found itself laying a foundation after the fact.
Relearning who we were always meant to be,
is finding love for who we are.
Self-love.
Unluckily
You met each other,
in a hope of becoming part of a whole person
with the broken pieces you placed together hoping they'd stick.
But smooth and jagged edges never fit
and you found that out
the way that's way harder than you'd have preferred.
But unluckily or luckily for you,
the breaking apart from one another
made you find the pieces
that fit together for who you were.
To piece back together you needed to break apart.
©Uwais Coetzee
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Matric 2018
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