I am walking in an unfamiliar path,a misty highway full of potholes and bumps,
A head so heavy, so full with thoughts of life, days, weeks and months. I ponder so hard to the point that I feel this building might just collapse,
Inside there’s a little boy who’s feeling all cold and unloved, he’s all alone even when his fears crawl up as spiders in his highways he has no one to hold him tight and tell him its all right,
His nights are long he wished how much he’d become a kite with no strings attached but one that thrived in freedom and trusted the wind to take him to a place where rainbows are colored.
Well mannered men are naughty at heart, they praise him for making his bed while his head is a mess,
He talks less about the brokenness of his footsteps,
He limbs while no one is watching, he’s all wet when the sun is shining, its raining, its a lake in his heart and its been flooded for months, this land is dry even when the weather is favourable the ship still capsized.
Lessons learned, tests that were men and women passed, a journey, a meandering confusion, a being on the run, “listen to no one..” “But how do I do that, while I have less of that?” Dear Son, you are a moon, a bracelet in the wrist of the world a vein that holds the flow of greatness, blow away for you are the whistled tune in Gods lips, this wind will hug you tight just right till your smile is all light to illuminate the shine of greatness.
Written by: Kakoi Matheka
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