A Pen, A Notepad And A Prayer... Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

A pen, notepad and a prayer
A pen in my hand, notepad on my table and a prayer in my heart.
What if I bled on this piece of paper, shed a tear or two? What if I pour my heart out?
What if I let my soul bleed, divulge my fears or so? What if I scribbled honesty onto this paper?
What if I showed you my fondest memories, the ones so dear and more? What if I spilled out all my flaws?
What if I told you about my insecurities, a couple of trust issues or so? What if I showed you all my misgivings; would y'all still accept me?
A pen in my hand, notepad on my table and a prayer in my heart.
I hope I write the deepest poem with this, maybe share with you my most clandestine secrets and more; perhaps then I'd touch a heart without hands.
What if I told you that even Kings need help too; that when the clouds are dark even Kings do pour rain from their eyes?
What if I told you that even Kings fight an unphill battle of addiction; but pride is the mask for deception?
What if I told you that creativity is just a scapegoat; the real battle is fought between the heart and the mind?
What if I told you that even royalty needs a shoulder to lean on; that the machoness is just a façade, deep down is a young boy scared of letting go?
What if I told you that even Kings are scared of rejection, it's no wonder they keep a closed circle.
A pen in my hand, notepad on my table and a prayer in my heart.
I wonder, would they fathom the profundity of this poem if I did write it?
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