Tag: Poetry

they speak of days

that roll into

those that

follow.

and sometimes when those

days feel

less

like days

and more like

life. then it

feels as though I’m

doing something right.

i don’t know why. but

lately. for me. they

have felt more like

 

patterns. drawn at sunrise.

played out by

sunset. began

again. passing through.

and yet. I am

well. I have

life. the

calendars

have turned

and there is

more to come. I

don’t know how

long it will

take. but i will find sunrise.

again.

hopefully. within

myself this time.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Michał Grosicki