I finally know
But I’m looking at a rocky, rugged path
The fear shears my skin but yet
You can’t see a rivulet of my tears
So much is unknown
Should I walk or run?
If I hoped onto the wings of a kite
I would fly over this road
But I would kill both the kite and myself.
Read – The Jaunt – A Poem by Ontlametse Tidimane, Botswana
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