Care For The Runner Without Feathers Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

It is your last days,
You need yourself not others,
You have to comfort yourself,
And put yourself to sleep.

Give yourself the warmth you need,
Protect yourself in your cupped hands,
See the you that is well and up,
Then throw ill will to the wind.

Remember the songs you sing,
Listen to your voice at its best,
Enjoy the dance inside yourself.
For the best dancer is within you.

Walk this walk with pride,
The whistle has been blown,
Cheer the runner who makes
The finish line hands held high.
For that is the mark of winners
Your stampede is powerful,
It can be heard in far away lands,
Where they know the winner is you.


Who said runners had no feathers,
With which to fly to the future,
And leave the world way down,
So behind that it becomes a dot?

Fly for that is how you care,
For the you that knows its self,
In this flight of the bold
Who are imaging new ways of doing,
And creating a world of objects,
To be used by others like you

Cheer the runner without feathers.
Care for the ideas in you,
Pen them down and see the drawing,
It is so surreal it demands more,
Of the much closer look that you give,
The food of thought you eat daily.