Real Change Lies Next To You Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I asked what to do,
I saw my fix real,
It was looking at me,
It was lying next to me,
I turned and there it was,
Looked at the wall,
Looked at the ceiling.
Then I saw myself entangled.

How can I really get out?
How did I readily get in?
The door was out there,
Its handle towards me,
Yet I was so shut in,
I could not see the way out.

The small voice tapped on my brow,
What are you really looking for?
A way out and out for real
What are you getting out of?
The thing that chokes me now
What is it called?
A relationship with the wasp
How hard has it stung you?
As many times as it has flown.
And then what?

The more I was stung,
The more swollen I got,
The swelling was internal,
Nobody but me could see it.
I sit here with hidden bumps.
I tried and the world knows,
To do as friends and foe do,
The thing called life.

I just did not end up
The way of the others,
Just like it did not add up
for it was short of one,
ingredient not seen,
before this all began.

Mine is a special way,
When my own sways lead,
I move with the sun.
At the end the road leads home.
Welcome home the journey has been long,
Finally you are here,
At the place of change.