When the [whistling pine] sways to the sounds of heaven,
And the wind sweeps the grass to obedience,
When the dust briefly rests on crimson ground,
And the birds sing sweet nothings to the air,
Then, the storm within will rage without restraint,
And my unrest screeching louder than cars on a highway.
In the quiet of night, as barking dogs disturb the peace,
My anxiety rebels and keeps me in vigil.
There is a tornado inside my soul,
Wrecking all that lives within,
And taking my hopes and dreams as prisoners.
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Pfano Liphosa started writing at 11 and it has become a very elemental part of her self-expression. She likes using her pieces as a creative space for healing and relatability. Nothing fulfils her heart more than knowing that at least one person found comfort in the way she expressed herself. You can find her on Instagram.
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This Poem was published in the July 2024 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
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