When in doubt, Love

Here we are again. Still forbidden. Still taboo and enveloped in fear. Our mouths are like sandpaper. No saliva housed in them. No fruit or bread through them. Our hunger goes beyond the physical. It is like an unsung psalm that exists only in the heavenlies. It has not even been fathomed by the cherubs and yet we feel it already. We crave for what we shall never have. What have we if we have not wishfulness of thought? Dreams are the anchors that keep us here. So dream. Dream so that you may taste a crumb of the cake that could well be yours when you awake from your slumber. Hunger and thirst for a better you. Better to become a better version of who you are. Love every fibre of your being. Maybe then others will allow themselves to love you. 

Frank Malaba©2016

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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