Good Friday Risers, another week has come to pass and has indeed proved fruitful for us here at the Rise Limited camp so do watch the space. So Risers do peep today's good read from our featured poet Ms Rebone Masemola.
Rebone Masemola is a 23years old young woman who lives in Diepkloof, Soweto. She is an anthropologist, with a master’s degree in research from Wits University. Rebone used to co-run an online lifestyle and travel magazine called "Just Jozi", she loves traveling, experiencing new things and meeting people. Rebone is an academic that is passionate about literacy and writing, she used to perform at the Melville Cappelos' branch some years ago.
DO I DARE
Do I dare?
As years passed, I continued to wonder
Haunted by a silent question
Buried at the back of my head, is a
lifetime quest for answers
Lurking in my subconscious, Is a lifetime
of shadows
Masked in deep shaded silhouettes
Caught up in a maze of illusions
A space were pieces of my life laid buried
Loaded with decades of uncertainty
What do I dare to call him?
The one I know only from memories
Like a ghost, he roams behind closed doors
Exists in a parallel universe
Masquerading in my dreams
Disappears and appears at random times
I had worshiped him, and his unwillingness to
conform
Fascinated by his magic tricks
Abra cadabra, he vanished just as quickly
Snatched away by the world of the unknown
Never really knew him, acquainted only with
his visage
He lives in my fantasy land
What should I call this man?
He remains a mystery
He with no care in the world
The first to initiate me into the grownup
world of heartbreak
To teach me of unbearable sorrow and
disappointment
It is he that brought me great despair
Partook in my bearing, but showed me no
mercy
He wounded me, preparing my heart for a
long battle ahead
Stealing my precious childhood
As I spend my life’s journey walking on splinters
of broken glasses
Like a wounded soldier, I bore old scars
With bible verses, scripted on my soul
I now thread carefully through life,
running away from all that reminds me of him
Struggling to leave his shadows behind
As I now embody his vile illness
With a heart that has turned to decay
Do I dare call him father?
He took advantage of my innocence, toyed
with my vulnerable nature
He is the cause of my masked loneliness
Like a wet sponge, I had absorbed his ways
Floundering through life like a mythical
creature
Blundered by his lies and broken promises
And all I was seeking was his validation
But in his absence he deemed me unworthy
For so long I kneeled as he ordered
Like a gospel, I followed his every command
Yet, he constantly broke the vows he swore
to keep
Do I dare call him father?
The man whose heart had grown as cold as
stone
He that watched me wither away to his very
eyes
As I made my slow fall from grace.
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