The Broken

Broken

A mother mourns her son
Whose heart stopped out of hunger
She holds a prayer in her mouth
There is a way her soul grieves
It does not come with tears
No moist, no scar on her face
Her heart is a battlefield
Her body is a graveyard
She's broken in different parts
Battered, tattered and ashamed
Rusted like a lost love pendant
Forgotten in the bottom sea
She's an unfinished sentence
From the mouth of a dying man
A butterfly grasping for breath

She searched the eyes of God
Till her body became a sad song
Each breath she took
Became a restless bird
Looking for redemption
But, she holds on to a smile
Worn on the face of her boy
Memories of his sorrow.

thandiubani 2018.