Free Me Poem by Phumelelo Shalelo Simelane

AS I looked at her swollen
Eyes I suddenly felt deeply touched
By their fragile broken beauty

As the sun slowely reveled
Her broken dreams scattered
On the floor

She had stumbled upon peoples
Happiness and had never
found joy in them

Here shoulders were heavily burdened
By unknown problems yet it felt so
Familiar

Until the day came when
She alikend herself to
A flower, sad flower

She saw how the flower stood
In the rain and never complained
It had found a home in the storm

After all if it was not for the rain
Would the flower have
Grown?