Mercy Buhle Mhlaba
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Poem "Before we were":
- written October 2008
- published January 26, 2009
- viewed 142 times
Other poems by Mercy Buhle Mhlaba:
»A thousand apologies«
»Captive of thoughts«
»Egotistical Bastard«
»Faded Pictures«
»How could I not have loved you?«
»Immortal Love Script«
»Insane loving«
»Love ode«
»My journey of pain«
»My nature...«
»Our love reaffirmed«
»Page through the sores of my heart«
»Silence (miracle of)«
»Silhouette Moments«
»Woman of hope«
»You and I«
Visit Mercy Buhle Mhlaba's profile page
Poem "Before we were":
- written October 2008
- published January 26, 2009
- viewed 142 times
Other poems by Mercy Buhle Mhlaba:
»A thousand apologies«»Captive of thoughts«»Egotistical Bastard«»Faded Pictures«»How could I not have loved you?«»Immortal Love Script«»Insane loving«»Love ode«»My journey of pain«»My nature...«»Our love reaffirmed«»Page through the sores of my heart«»Silence (miracle of)«»Silhouette Moments«»Woman of hope«»You and I«»Before we were«
Before we were, I was
I knew my paths and ordered my footsteps
Then clouds came pushing their way into my sunshine
Grief got hold of me and found its way down
Often I stifled sobs of regret and confusion
I wanted out and desperately so
But emotional blackmail had me trapped
Each day I dug my grave of misery deeper
And still hoped to find light down under
I needed help yet I didn't know
I reeked with pain I felt inside
Pride and fear wound me up tight
But I fought the demons of depression daily
I had to go but I couldn't find the strength
I wanted to heal but I got a fresh wound everyday
I had to weary one day
Only I could save myself
I once was my own person
I longed for that freedom
Before we were, I was...
The truth stung hard
So I packed my bags and hit the road
I knew my paths and ordered my footsteps
Then clouds came pushing their way into my sunshine
Grief got hold of me and found its way down
Often I stifled sobs of regret and confusion
I wanted out and desperately so
But emotional blackmail had me trapped
Each day I dug my grave of misery deeper
And still hoped to find light down under
I needed help yet I didn't know
I reeked with pain I felt inside
Pride and fear wound me up tight
But I fought the demons of depression daily
I had to go but I couldn't find the strength
I wanted to heal but I got a fresh wound everyday
I had to weary one day
Only I could save myself
I once was my own person
I longed for that freedom
Before we were, I was...
The truth stung hard
So I packed my bags and hit the road
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