Self-determination’s Fruits
Damian Semwayo
Grew up contemplative.
Finding solace in silence, a path to explore,
The depths of my being, seeking love’s embrace,
That was elusive, but yearned for more.
Grew up guarded.
For no one seemed to care, to truly see,
The love within, waiting to be shared.
Now, I teach love, fostering unity,
Embracing the night, for tomorrow’s not declared.
Grew up aware.
Each moment present, no time to spare,
In being kind, humanity to strive.
Against the snares of the world, I dare,
To be a beacon, standing strong and alive.
Grew up introspective.
A solitary child, misunderstood and alone.
Storms whispered, every grain felt like stone.
In silence, my voice was sewn,
No one to listen, my thoughts unknown.
Grew up learning to love.
Disliking my reflection, inner turmoil, strife.
Yet, seeking progress, a trace to find.
Life, at times, a chaotic mess rife,
But look beyond, hope’s chains unbind.
Entice and demise intertwine.
Accepting oneself, a potent key,
To pursue dreams, unyielding, hearts uncaged.
