Rebirth


I feel her dying
The pessimist, the realist ,the self doubting, the anxious.
She's starving ,
feeds on deattchement & self loathing 
and its been
3 months since she got a full plate, gnaws at past demons seeking nourishment.
All in vain, hypothermia has already set in, she heaves, moribund.

A different plant is being watered now
Pollinated by acceptance and honesty.

I feel her budding, 
blooming, 
blossoming, colored with confidence, bearing fruits of extroversion, joy, freedom and a satisfaction with oneself.
She grows 
and there's nothing I've found more exhilarating than having her come to life in me.


By: | Ndalwentle Makunga |

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