Comments about Joyce Msonda
It's ludicrous how quickly you quickly forget
the nothing you once were
and how like sound,
you move so instantaneously in acknowledging
who you am now.
Sometimes, forgetting is all you have,
because to glance back,
to take a whif of that pot of regrets,
would not only dismantle all the bolts
that hold you together
but like a house scheduled for demolition,
you would shutter.
So instead, you believe the unbelievable,
you rationalize the irrational...you pretend.
Ever hammer that's taken to you,
you encourage because facing reality
is like ...