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“If (To Spoken Wizdom)” by Grace Ncube

if a door was shut

a shattered window could be an escape.

if I were too caught up

it is possible that I could become more entangled within snares and darnels.

if I made a wrong turn

would I be lost on an aimless path forever?

if I was gone

how would I go?

if I had so much to give

what kind of person would I be?

if I was blind

would I still see?

if I was lying

would I get caught?

if I age

will I die?

if I cry

would I be sad?

if I was chained

would I be an animal?

if my mind wandered

would I think of you?

if my past was gloomy

would I be resilient?

if I was standing

would I still be short?

If I love

would I let it show?

appealing to the thoughts and emotions of Spoken Wizdom

there is so much left unsaid. There is the pity of ourselves as well as the known- that we are pithy.

as the nights grow darker and the skies get colder, my mind is opened and my thoughts are clearer.

I never have the words, and you know this, and it is eating me up. But you, expressions come natural. For you it is like lava flowing. For me it is like a short circuit. as the wires wear and use, they tether, like tassels, they flare, they crack, they break,

and then maybe

I seem silent.

On an imaginary and imagery basis there is a communal mind between the two of us.

Sometimes and all times, on a spiritual level, if one looks within the soul, words are unnecessary.

You already know what I know.

if a door was shut

how could I escape?

if I were too caught up

could I regain focus?

if I made a wrong turn

would I be lost on an aimless path forever?

if I was gone

how would I go?

if I had so much to give

what kind of person would I be?

if I was blind

would I still see?

if I was lying

would I get caught?

if I age

will I die?

if I cry

would I be sad?

if I was chained

would I be an animal?

if my mind wandered

would I think of you?

if my past was gloomy

would I be resilient?

if I was standing

would I still be short?

If I love

would I let it show?

appealing to the thoughts and emotions of Spoken Wizdom

there is so much left unsaid. There is the pity of ourselves as well as the known- that we are pithy.

as the nights grow darker and the skies get colder, my mind is opened and my thoughts are clearer.

I never have the words, and you know this, and it is eating me up. But you, expressions come natural. For you it is like lava flowing. For me it is like a short circuit. as the wires wear and use, they tether, like tassels, they flare, they crack, they break,

and then maybe

I seem silent.

On an imaginary and imagery basis there is a communal mind between the two of us.

Sometimes and all times, on a spiritual level, if one looks within the soul, words are unnecessary.

You already know what I know.


do you complement the other half of my soul

or more than half of my soul

do you even know my name?

remember how our time first began

our fate was in your hands

but then you got bored or maybe i misread the messages

maybe i missed the mark