xolisa stuurman Poems

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond
Measure.
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Beautiful soul…
I didn’t realize until another being reached out for my piece of writing.
With the corners of her smile,
I caught a glimpse of my soul, that I am a beautiful soul.
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In my dreams
I peacefully lay on my bed with my beautiful face on white linen,
That smells of bodily fluids that fuse against each other.
Exhaling air through nostrils,
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How does one begin…?
Begin to move away from the things that do not best describe one.
Refrain from wearing the same shoes day in and out,
To a point where one lose realization of how small, big or weary the shoes have become.
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These Eyes


These eyes are created to care for me to see
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I once imagined it, but happened for real.
The touch tantalizes my body one moment i turn rigid,
and the next enveloped with careless motions.
The beat accelerates as the vapour from his lip condenses in my ear.
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I’m heart broken and in pain
The future lies in vain.
Certain of where I’m going,
Where I come from remain a wonder.
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Everytime i awake next to me lies a pain.
No matter which side i turn, it hurts even more than it did yesterday.
I curse and lay a quest to be left alone.
Yet am not understood why not delight in this vain.
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It doesn't matter anymore...

Whether the birds fly or the river runs through
Children are playing or uncles gone fishing
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I can‘t give up on love.
Though twice this heart has been torn in half.
Bled until blood could squeeze no more.
Moving vigorously for another chance to feel,
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