Her figure was fatigued, seeking a freshness,
her face tearful, her voice drowned in emotion,
her heart hurt, bleeding ,she spoke at length
of unspoken words, restless and riotous wounds,
of unmentionable and untold stories and worries
that tell of telling and revealing aches, ailments
concealments, developments and silly silences.
As she set out on her journey to reinvention,
she told untold stories of daily damages by virtue
of day-to-day disagreements and bouts with him
that resulted in hideous hurts in her heart ‘n’ soul,
of her wakefulness and her foolish flashes of weakness,
of friends whose friendship is unfriendly and fraudulent,
of family whose familial love is unloving and far-fetched.
She had lost her personification of peace and love,
disheartened, disappearing, was Hleziphi`s heart,
a hurting human haunted by heavy hits unleashed
by foolery, foibles, falseness , family, friends and fiends,
she sought solace in the wilderness, a forest which is home
to a diverse population of land-dwelling floras and faunas,
there she prayed for the planet, for peace and the soul of love.
She spoke about nature’s cares, fondles and fragrances,
how it was her oasis of sanguinity, serenity and sanity,
how it was her shelter of peace, perfection and power,
how it hugged her heart with healing, hope and happiness,
how the leaves lulled ,listened to her and with their freshness
brushed her body and blessed it with a cute calm , how tiny trees
washed away her tears and never accused her of being a cry baby.
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As her mind migrated, wintered and summered in a sanctuary,
she confessed she frequented the forest to confess the unconfessed
confessions, to say the unsayable, to speak the unspeakable, to heal
and hear the unheard reprimands and revelations, heave a sigh of love,
she frequented the forest to bond with its greenness , songs and scents,
and to turn the pages of old habits that sought happiness in remoteness,
yet joy was to be harvested and hewn in her head, heart and lovely loneness.
