From a nightmare to another,
I sway between interminable infinities.
A stricken colossus, I am;
On the ledge of a rough oceans,
Admiring fuzzy wrappings
Of colossally blinding happiness,
Glistening on the outside
But tardily dying on the inside,
Engaging honest conversations
About the furthest consternations,
And gradually wielding a spirits
Impregnable enough to face bigger monsters
With a soul lighter than a child’s.
The Village, Kampala, Uganda.
Friday, November 20, 2015.