VOICES OF BEing

(a response)

By Beauty Ntlaba

But am I listening?

Or am I thrown off by the language of truth my inner voice is screaming in?

Locked away by my thrive to be perfect and yet ignoring the words that are within me,

Chanting to release the perfect “I” which I never see

Through the search of distractions I should be running from,

Listen, it said.

I’m releasing you;

The same you: you are trying so hard to become,

While you pretend not to hear me.

Dance to the tune of my cries and you will find the you,

Perfect fit I am,

A puzzle that you beautifully are.

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