words. by Hudson Biko
often
growing up
after a fall
i was told
to let the wounds
be.
that the best
way for their
healing
was their solitude.
that scars could come
but most would
go.
and i would be better.
it is a weird thing.
for i am all grown now.
and i
try
and try
and try
let the wounds be.
and it just doesn’t seem to work anymore
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Matheus Ferrero
and the eyes were shallow. with
pools at the burrows
of the tips.
and an ache
that stayed
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Jessica Felicio
the lights are fewer in terraces. the bright in trees
is fading.
the way.
new beginnings
are made of endings.
© Hudson Biko
how narrow
must the margins
become
before
the lines
begin to fade
how hard
can we fight
to stay
© H. Biko
Photo by Anthony Tran
the condensation is rife
when steam
meets glass.
when heat
meets cold.
and finds something.
in-between.
the condescending is rife
when steam
meets glass
when heat
meets cold
and finds something
to keep
the in-between
© Hudson Biko
it was slow.
learning to let
the pain.
in.
but there are things
we do best
when we don’t know
we’re doing them.
and there are places
we arrive
when we don’t know
we’ve taken
the journey
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Talles Alves
