LIFE (Better's POV), A Poem

What do I want to be?

What should I be?

The race of life suffocates me,

Telling me that I’m wearing mismatched shoes.

And yet, as I walk down the lane of my choice,

I wonder, did I choose right?

Is what I want what I need?

I call in the dark for some shade of light,

To that ancient potter; if I’m shaped right?

Is questioning myself meaning that I was wrong?

Or that being right means to hit some curb?

My breath of everyday has become a conflict of interest

What should I do with this thing called life?

Driving through to only see those red lights.

Is there a right way to live?

Is it to be rich, poor or just dead?

Is there truly wisdom for that mystery?

Throughout history we walk to fit in somebody else’s shoes

To walk down the aisle of one who lived before you;

To just marry their vision and become one with their regret!

Is that the whole sum of who we are?  

 _UBB_

Let him come to you (POEM)

Let him learn to Understand you

Let him know when you are sad even when all he can see is your smile

Let him learn to see the confidence in the stride of your hips

Let him grow to unfold what lead to such a broken woman

Let him come the extra mile for all you’ve ever known never came to you

Let him come to you; so, you will know that you’re worth the wait

Let him do all of what you think ain’t for you

Let him buy you those roses; for just the moment to be yours

Let him hold your hand; so that you can know that touch was never meant to hurt

Let him court you, that every steps breaks that great wall

Let him come to you and above all stay put. Know how it feels to be won over

Let him see you, for your standards were never for an invisible woman

Let him appreciate what you’ve achieved and fought to become. Just let him.

Let him utter your name like no one else does

Let him carry you; just so, you could see that none of what carried will ever be as heavy again

Let him make you laugh, just so you could hear that different tune for just this once

Let him wonder about you, for you to know that space and time are not the only infinite entities.

Let him call you beautiful; Just so, you can finally love those flaws

Let him, dear, for its healing you. Not to make him God, but to make him a partner

And that is all you ever simply needed.

I will be the end of you (POEM)

I know you will leave eventually,

Still, I want it all.

I want all that you can give.

And all that we can create.

Will I ever tell you that I know?

Will I look at you and just see past our time.

Will I see that period that marks the end of our story.

Or will I still write that story? Word by word till I lead it to its end;

But still, unfold its beginning.

I will love you, now. Like I will love you then.

For there is no tense in our safe haven.

There is just a standstill in your arms.

Your every touch will my skin pore memorize.

The way your eyes look at me will be what I see when I close my own.

For you came to love this human being that I am with everything I deem to be the least about me.

I held myself for so long, for to open that book meant to close it at some point.

Can’t I read you forever?

Can’t you at least be that unfinished story…

I will take that over an end of you.

I hate that I am growing in wanting you.

Even when I know I will be the one to throw that handful dirt and that one rose.

Our paths feel ever so close, for time can’t help but happen. And fate can’t help but be.

Your existence hunts me in my dreams, for your soul bears the painting fit for my canvas.

By Better Benigne Uhiriwe