
As a result of the cyclone over the weekend my house does not have power. It's been over 72 hours. I think I spent a good three hours there today, I found a powerpoint and plugged in my laptop and phone. I spent the morning organising and reading through some poetry I've written this year.
I found this, judge it if you will:
I’m just waiting
For the words that haven’t been spoken yet
If you tell me to go I shall leave this place behind me
I will shake the dust from my feet and remove the articles from my heart which I collected during my stay here.
If I cry they will be angry hot tears of a heart that is not just broken or crushed but disillusioned by the choices made by it’s owner
When you see me in public places
I will not be angry and hate you
Or take my fists and beat you
I will smile, maybe not with my eyes
And take interest but not with my heat
I will extend my hand for a handshake or hug
And then I will leave you to be
I will leave and take my heart away from your hands
But
If you choose not to make those words audible
Then I will stay, I will stay and figure this out.
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