To Be the Wind, Not the Weight
I called your name in silence,
but the echo never came.
My heart — a tide too faint to stir the shore,
while you drifted past the dove,
and never returned.
A heavy guilt took form as kin,
while thought lay dim,
and flesh felt nothing within.
From afar, I watched —
your laughter spilled like wind chimes
in a stormless breeze,
a melody I never heard
when I stood beside you.
In that fleeting music,
truth gleamed — radiant and sharp.
You had found your calm,
in a world where I no longer rippled the waters.
Was I ever an anchor,
or just a weight?
Did I hold you down
when all you needed was wind?
I replay our silences louder than our words,
searching for a sign
in what you never said.
And still, I grieve
what I was never told —
why you left
and why it seemed to make you whole.
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Author:
Amogelang Mooketsi (
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Comments3
Deep reflections in this poem about a past relationship and how thin the line between help and hurt, holding on and holding back. Nicely written
Many painful questions remaining answered in this touching write, nicely expressed and written
BRAVO
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