You know, the painful part in this whole thing is the realisation that I somehow knew it would hurt…I saw the sun being consumed by the darkness slowly by slowly till the moon took charge. Perhaps that’s just how nature is; it just happens and we can’t stop it. That’s the law, right? Or maybe not.
You flogged your way in life,For you it was all sun and the flowers blossom.I thought that was magical and maybe the warmth in your world would somehow melt the ice that covered all that I loved in my small kingdom.
I presumed that I would probably get a chance to feel the scent of flowers and maybe place them at my table.I was sure of experiencing a touch of the sun rays that would brighten up my skin which had only known paleness.I wanted that different aspect of life that I knew I wouldn’t get from my land, I had always thought that beyond my vicinity, there was a state waiting for me and in it; things would be beautiful.
So here I stand,
The ice is all gone. Just a little is left on the rooftops but I can feel it melting away.
The rivers are flowing soundly and no more snow on the roads. I do feel the heat and the flowers I so wished for. They seem to cover the whole of our courtyard.
Everything is totally different,
And so does it feel,
It’s no longer my home,
Coz it doesn’t live up to it,
A hybrid, it is…
Lost land apparently seems suitable when in need of address.
No more ice skating, no more winter fashion wear, gone is the uniformity of colour that it brought; white. All I see is a spectrum of them.
I wanna ice dance but I can’t,
Am praying that I make a snow man for the Christmas holiday but am not so sure if it’ll happen.
In the process of me seeking that other aspect, I lost touch of the beauty beside me.
I thought beyond all I had known, there was way more.
I didn’t realise that the repercussions of mixing different solutions is creating a whole different one that is just but a result of the others, it’s never original!
A lost girl, in a lost town that she created simply because she wouldn’t see what she had. My prayer is that I always see my lil lost land for what it is because I don’t wanna lose it all over again.
I don’t want to say I wish
I knew or I wish I can change it all but I want to let my lil lost land know that I do love it and appreciate it.
Despite the change I am grateful. I guess I should have said it earlier but I’m glad I still have.
BY: Lillian MBITHE