To the land of Sea
My dearest have shunned me.
Relieve me, deliver me
From this different faith
O great sea,
Let your holy salt season the bitters of my life
I am weary of sorrows.
Let my life be written upon your tides
Whales of the sea shall know
The life I lived, I spend my days grinning
Forgiving, forgetting
My dearest have shunned me
O great sea.
Take me to stranger tides
Carry me with waves of solace
My dearest have shunned me,
Let the blue skies and waters become my companions
I live for pain, I live –
I live for tears,
They tear me apart time and again
Remembers me that my world’s apart are my equally yolked, revoked my wishes I’m speechless…
Yet I know that in the land of sea, the breeze speaks to me, and it says that dreams are wishes of thy heart.
-Puseletso
Puseletso, who is currently pursuing a Diploma in Language Practice and Media Studies, identifies most strongly with being a poet.
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