Only My Dreams Can Save Me Now Poem by Sinaso Pamela Mxakaza

i am mother to aborted breaths
and only my dreams can save me
I will untangle my first born
from the moon‘s uterus as I find myself
So I can breastfeed him love and light
It‘s the music that saves me
I am a healer with a fractured heart
and hands buried in labour
I am a healing soul with lost things
I am a traveller on lost roads filled with ruins of what we were before time held us captive
I meditate on time‘s travel, the lazy dance she does in circles
she has us spellbound
Why do mother‘s die on us
and forget that they thought us the essense of living
Our fathers when they are rolling stones
crash their own seeds, it never rains on our family trees
it pours, it‘s pores
are children who grow up
exposed to the ruins of our souls
and these crumbling homes
They are default settings for wars,
our children when their nomadic eyes die
They learn to burn everything down
trying to save themselves.