The secret heavy like a wet blanket
Bringing back cold memories that dares my pride and intelligence
Sometimes a heavy stack of bricks to wade through
If not to break them by the force of the martial arts champion
It may be a red blot that’s strongly visible in my biography
The occasion to challenge it is now
Not to cry over what could have been
Nor to mourn the magnitude of loss
But to appreciate the current strength and wisdom
That sees beyond regrets and oblique view
N Nkuna,7 Sept 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem