I'm Back by Sakhile

Im back with a pen in my hand, and its lid between my
Lips, caressed by the biting strokes of my teeth.
Im back to the place where my voice is only heard by
my thoughts
Where my brain merely interprets my feelings and puts
them to paper
Im back where my calvary meets my paradise and they
play dice
Im back to the land where no thoughts go unnoticed,
and no ink goes unfinished
I'm back to the land of poetic justice, where slaves do
exist
Enslaved by the capability of the hand to actually
discover the flow grammar in he head
The prodigal son they say, its only logical I know, but I
have returned
Ngibuye nendvuku yembangandlala my fellow ‘Pen that
thought’ mates
Just like the prodigal son, I have returned, just not
emtee handed
I still return with the skill granted to us by our Great
Father God
Allow me to ‘Pen that thought’.
Allow me to nurse my addiction
Allow me to gain momentum, to undo the fluctuation of
my acrivities
Allow to pen that thought, nurse that thought,
Poetry, Im back

© Sakhile Simelane "Sakhy"
2016