Love Equals Hurt… Sometimes

Your pain baptises my soul and immerses me in this chasm of self doubt

Yet a broken, broken spirit that has seen many a moon

And turning tides hammocks me in the most unreal of comforts.

Giving unselfishly and cradling me unreservedly. 

Love me, kill me, love me, kill me.

The feeling is the same… I think.

The day you forget to remember that there

Ever was a time that the sky once watched you and cried for you to find love,

That is the day that your body rejects your very soul.

How can it be that that which completes us could razor us to pieces?

And yet this ambivalence keeps us crawling back for more as though

Without pain we forget how to feel?

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Frank Malaba © 2014

Published by: Frank Malaba

Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian's 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture.

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