Past Poem by Gabriel Mapati

I scream on top of my lungs yet no sound comes out.
A real life dream I soldier through.
A shadow stalking me I look back and see.

Out of breath, my legs betray me.
Thed shadow creeps forward and shodows over me.
In it I see pain, I see fun.
I see friends, I see enemies.
I see broken promises.

Deep in the shadow I see a woman with eyes full of fright and hope.
Eyes full of love and anxiety.
Her lips move but no sound escapes from them, yet I know what she says.
A lip-reader I am not, but a great memory I have.

A woman whoose kisses I still feel on my cheeeks stand in the shadow.
Finally it dawns to me. My mother steps forward towards me.
She points at the shadow, she points at my past.