The me that reflects
On that other side lies me :
Full of passion and strength
The inner us has length yet we are measured up by limited units.
To some, a hope but to others, a shame.
Whatever we bring out on words or acts, are fruits of our soul expressions.
Yesterday afternoon,
call it narcissistic but I say
It's capital to look at oneself and ask :
What do men see in me?
What is the trigger for acceptance?
I saw a man by the lake and a sudden breeze came along chilling his spine way up by which
i realised how fragile man is.
For whatever we are, can be shaken easily whether by the wind, water or fire
Our reflections remain the standard as long as there is no outside force.
A man with no solid foundations, will see fire burn him down.
Or get himself submerged by the waters.
Unfortunately, we are oftenly caught by outside aspects which usually lead us to live fake lives
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EJ Mulonda Tshibatamba
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