By Thulani Gift Sibanda
Like a blind shadow she looks past the blind reflection of a piercing light,
Radiating in the reflection of time, written and spoken in the lines of her emotions saying I matter.
Focused on the inspirations of the lyrics her hair sings,
Sitting behind a broken heart,
Eyes that travel through distant realms, Thoughts recaptured, Trauma recollected.
Misery embraces her like a warm hug from a friend.
The painting of a past that is an artist’s agony,
Strokes of a pencil like riddles of the tormented peace is the price,
In that image, The mirror is a friendly reminder of reality.
The portrait of tears that are the internal river ripples of flooded emotions…
The path to healing is long.
The hands of a goddess narrating a new chapter of life,
A clean focus on the lenses that capture the emotions explored by a verse in the mirror,
The true reflection of a moment so rich yet framed.