I DO NOT ALLOW MYSELF TO DRAW HEARTS
My hand travels on its own
again and again
sketching curves; daring to hope—Just maybe..
that my heart has travelled the same paths
pieces of my person/ sprinkled with tears long dried-up/in the sands of forgotten promises
till I have become these things:
An abandoned cave:
a space so hollow,
marks of strangers long-gone
the only reminder that I once was alive
coerced out each time
leaving my trail/ a slimy reminder of each mistake
i husband; i wife
self-love in my shell forever
& so I halt the strokes before they meet — Not ever again.
Seundede Kubeyinje likes to think of herself as someone who travels across time, borders and dimensions as she pleases with nothing but her pen: a Pen-Traveller. Some of her writings have been published online and she received a Gold award from the Queens Commonwealth Writing Competition. She’s currently exploring life as a new adult.