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| PRICILIA AHAIWE |
THE VOICE THAT WON'T GO AWAY
I am a voice, not an
echo.
A resounding
thunderous voice,
The one that won't go
away.
I am life, not an
empty dream.
Alive, breathing in
the aura of earth's majesties.
I am dawn, not the
mild darkness.
The one that breaks
over the horizons,
Feeding oxygen to
nature's creatures.
I am a seed, not the
one that bows to the East wind.
The one that sprouts
and flourishes,
The fruitful
one.
I am light, not the
one that can be turned off.
The one with the
ambient glow that brightens even the darkest of nights.
I am sun, not the
blurred yellow one with the constant scorching heat.
The rising vigilant
orange sun,
Graceful in its
wake,
Drying up unshed tears
in your eyes
I am joy, not the
passive momentary kind you've felt
The one that sets your
heart afire,
Whose delight you
can't explain away.
I am water, not the
one that stays put,
Like a maid waiting
for instructions.
The one that breaks
through every crack and springs out,
Quenching every thirst
it finds.
I am fire, not the one
that burns slowly.
The one that refines.
That makes even the
devil's flame seem an ordinary smoke.
I am a Star, not the
passing night one.
The one that twinkles
and brightens
and burns every shadow
the darkness brings.
I am moon, not the
half, not the crescent.
The full moon that
illuminates this galaxy and beyond.
I am a voice,
Not the one crying in
the wilderness
The resounding
thunderous one.
The voice that won't
go ever go away,
Even till the last
bolt of my wooden coffin is screwed in...
Pricilia Ahaiwe
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