WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

A silent ember burns within my soul,
A searing wound from words that pierced my core,
The quiet sob that no one ever heard before,
A heart betrayed, now fractured and not whole.
The poisoned barbs of deceit's bitter sting
Have forged a furnace where my passion lies,
A fire no storm can quench with tearful cries,
No gentle breeze can peace or solace bring.
I hold my breath and wait for destiny,
With your name etched upon my aching mind,
The pain of love, a fire you left behind,
Fanned into flames for all the world to see.
And when the rain at last begins to fall,
That hidden feather, now so weak and frail,
Will drink the sun and rise above the gale,
And lost spring's gentle hand will grace it all.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI