Unlocking Ourselves Poem by Alan Kabanshi

Broken down doors never open
Just like eyes wide shut console beauty in darkness
It’s with mockery that a blind one embraces sight
Each tongue obliviously perceives and interprets in its language
Products of birth come with empty minds
And each day thoughts sail freely like a ship under the monsoon winds

It is cast that thought alone is ours to control
In our hands it’s a hammer to a blacksmith
It sharpens dreams to our own design
And what you dream that you become
Upright or lame, it will bear your name

Troubled times empowers authority over our will
Redesigned to our dislike choices are presented
In a stupidly wrapped heart unwise decisions have been conceived
And hopelessly in silence we await for time to erase them
In fear to raise an alarm for being foolish
We pretend and wait to rote all in a good name
For a mistake if confided overcomes shame
The world was given for all to live and learn
If we find us to be perfect then fly away into angels
For a life deemed fit we all dare
Lets then learn to share how to care


To all leaving in denial...please come out and share your stories
2010