Poetry In Making Poem by Paris Thulare

Like the thunderstorm in my mind
It rolls, seekinga way out
It crawls deep out of my pores, hoping to see sun

Burning as the veld fire
From my medulla to my spine, the heat is felt.
In words rhyming like in a flog
Telling me to wake up and let in bleed
Round and round down my mouth
It wants to speak for the broken

The mender of souls
The healer of hearts
The remedy of doubts
This is POETRY in making