This week we are share a difficult but important poem written by Malika Ndlovu:
And on the seventh day, yesterday
She threw herself in front of a train
Her 3 year-old daughter, 4 week-old son
Crossing into oblivion with her
Young unnamed mother from Eerste Rivier
Stopping the six–to-six commuters dead in their tracks
Disrupting their usual sleepwalking Tuesday morning to howl
Without a sound, that she could find no other way out or through
The newscaster delivers this sound bite
Via my car radio this Summery afternoon
Like a poisoned arrow direct to the chest
Until I bear witness in words
I will find no rest, suddenly chilled
A brief involuntary gasping for air
As I hear the final blow, no-one...no-one
Has reported her missing or come to claim
Three once pulsing bodies, now silent and maimed
Perhaps only now she free to stop running
From the wolves consuming her from the inside
Invisible terrors of sorrow, guilt, shame, fear or despair
The paralysing loss of all reasons, heart anchors
To keep her hopeful or here
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