Reincarnation Poem by Anzelyne shideshe

Reincarnation

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Weary and torn,
Displaced to no destination,
The storm has taken over,
The wind blowing vigorously,
The trees sway steadily,
We are to a course of no consistency.

Weary and torn,
With internal wounds,
Bleeding profusely,
Dehydrated to wrinkling,
Aging without age,
Seeking tranquility.

The mountains and trees,
Bear witness to our fate,
Birth certificates without family,
Only familiar names,
From a country that is history.

Helter-Skelter we eloped,
To a marathon without medals,
But borders and borderlines to lineate,
A crime for a life in danger,
Prosecution is your reaction.

Identity, a puzzle to be authentified,
Now termed refugees,
Seeking a place of reincarnation,
Hoping to be recognized,
By our transmigrated new souls,
In the midst of somewhere.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 24 November 2018

Weary and torn, With internal wounds, Bleeding profusely, Dehydrated to wrinkling, Aging without age, Seeking tranquility..transmigrated new souls.. believing in the theory of reincarnation. refugees with the new circumstances. a fine poem. i was noting how your thinking develops. very fine poem dear Anzelyne

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Anzelyne Shideshe 27 November 2018

Sometimes I wonder if I make sense these thinking though, thanks for reading

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A compelling and creative cry for rest and wholeness to replace weariness and brokenness. Well done my friend!

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Anzelyne Shideshe 27 November 2018

Welcome always

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 July 2017

Weary and torn! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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