by Lesedi Chibvupe
If I were a tree,
When at crossroads,
I would stretch myself, let my arms branch out,
Taste all that there was to offer on the table and find the one.
But I am no tree,
Yet when at crossroads,
As the life road forks in various directions,
Like a tree, I let the extra twigs fall off-
All the unnecessary energy;
All that drags me down;
All that that says I am not worthy of any good;
All the regret…
I disintegrate them all as I, light as a feather,
Let the wind drive me to the destiny of my choice.