You are my saving grace
Your stare is like a tonic for my soul
Bonded by pain, similar as though manufactured from the same mould
Purgatory robbed you of everything and you rose, you are a survivor
Dead and alive at the same time, you are a survivor
Your snarl as you slowly reveal your teeth, the idiocy of this world amuses you
The irony that only two minds see is amusing to me too
We are truly and indeed two of a kind
My mistress, only you calm my mind
I need you and nothing else
In solitude and pain you are my saving grace
poem by Mthoko Mpofana
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