The Blow, The Glow, Poem by Mang'eni Wycliffe Obwoya

The blow, the glow,
Flashing on the surface flows,
– A drop on a mirror.

The smile I wear,
Smeared with the hurts inside my core,
– A goat’s smile

Time is young,
Life, a briefcase of thought,
– Hiding sad memories time brought.

Frown with confidence,
Ride and rhyme in happiness,
-Hymns to a grieving soul.

Songs, in grief heal,
Tunes from the hill fill,
-The crevice, time created.

Ask not, about the singing you hear,
For it might take what you most fear,
Just listen and sing along,
And forget, those who did wrong.