Hope- He who steals from ‘death’

He who steals from death………………………..

Guilty hope, evil hope
Is it your eyes that miss my sight from afar?
Or is it your heart that shuts me out alone
Is it my smell that sets your sensors apart?

Held tight in a frame, I screamed for you
A frame too small for my African contours of fat on my skin
I know he called them curves
Many attempts of trying to fit
But my death sentence was framed by perfection

Never been to prison
But I have been a prisoner
A prisoner of perfection
Tried jumping out
But walls were too high to meet,
And award me a survivor

Guilty hope, evil hope
I hoped you would come
I dreamt you would come
To steal me from death
To give me hope afresh enough to crawl out

I crawled on a rocky ground
Rocks of love unmet
Mismatched endings
Dissolved expectations, torn promises
Guilty hope, I hoped you would come

i waited for your rescue like a foetus
A hopeless life of a 10-week foetus
At the mercy of her mom’s sinusoidal fluctuations
Fluctuations of hope, feelings, dreams and love
A wave that peaks the morning with her death
And troughs the evening with her life

At the mercy of limited paternal protection
Only wishes of having a womb sustained a pain
Of not being able to save his own blood from medical knives
Sighs of hopelessness is the only relief from pain
Pain of not being masculine enough to save his own.

Death is indestructible
He consumes many at ones
He kills families, unborn kids
He steals love and joy
But in all this only you HOPE
Can save us from death
‘Cause you steal from death

You nurse our wounds
And make us to walk again
I call you guilty ‘cause you can steal from death
I call you evil because you stole everyone from death
But you missed me
I screamed for you but you turned deaf
I waved at you but you turned blind at me
I am left with a piece of your trace
‘Cause you slipped out of my hands
Out of my heart and out of my mind

I lie here, with your traces draining from my system
Death is sipping all I had from you with a grin of pleasure
HOPE he who steals from death
He who steals from hopelessness
Is HOPE alone, is God alone

Prudence Molahlehi (2009/05/25) 05:18 PM

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