Old Friends-New Beginnings

The awkwardness of fumbling and stumbling

over the truthfulness of our words,

choking over words that have been buried

under flaring blazing red hot tempers,

like teenagers we tentatively ask the simple questions

of our hopes dreams and aspirations

Getting to know each other once again from a different view,

A game of tug a war, I give you the strength

and let you pull me into your world

until I feel myself spiralling

so(with my own strength) I push,

and find you encircling mine.

Both so afraid of letting go

of the safety of the rope,

we hold on until with hands red raw and cracking

I reach out

November eighteenth

Maybe it was the way I was brought up

But suppressing my hurt,

and pain has always been how I dealt with everything.

But for you,

I think you deserve for the tears to always roll ,

For the tears to run and fill the Nile

To fill the Nile you always told us to stay away from

Not to get too close to the edge

Because it will never look the same,

knowing that the house I grew up in,

Continues to exists next to it,

without you in it

You were what life was about in Sudan

You were what I would have travelled three thousand miles for

You were the earliest memory of love I remember.