How else could I have survived?
The feeling that enslaves my humanity,
An emotional prejudice.

Who would want to understand the feeling,
That shatters one's soul?
Confusing,
That the feeling start to find pleasure,
In emotional pain,
To submit to shame,
And wear suppression colours,
To maintain peace.

I was Blindfolded,
To hope for the best.
It's the first impression,
That persisted me to hold on,
To the unpleasant treatment.

Rejection can be too much to bare,
Especially from a care-giver,
A Pedestal.

I could've been Blindfolded,
By the spontaneous reactions,
That resonated amongst ecstacy,
And rejuvenated the agreement,
The initial agreement of LOVE.

A concord was stipulated,
Under the benefit of both parties,
To render tender loving kindness.

I am a victim of emotional injustice,
And a cure was not to be,
The feelings were not mutually reciprocated.

I allowed it to happen from far,
And soaked myself in Melancholy,
Not aware of the sink,
That lead to a loss,
Of a comprehension,
At first hand.

I could've handled the pain,
If it did not have long-effects,
To shift from peace,
To sorrow,
To newly scratch the wounds of the scars,
Of the emotional disease,
That tormented my soul,
That tortured my well-being,
And troubled my energy.

But, I say not in grief,
That I invited emotional shattering,
But I live in thankfulness,
That it happened.


© Tsholofelo Jacobus