Let Us Go Down To The Drags Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Unrevealed dreams are still dreams,
they wait to be fulfilled, in the
place of waiting.

Unsung songs are still songs,
they wait to be written in the
place where a song sits before
it gets into becoming song.

Untapped energy is still there.
It waits for you to make the tap
and let it flow like palm wine
coming out of the palm.

Lest you wonder where to go,
to live the experience you shelved.
Let us all go down to the drags,
and pull out the hidden unknowns,
for fear holds us hostage, in this
hijacked cause. We got on knowing
there were abductees who never
get to their destination and vowed
it would never be us.

I learned this from survivors,
of the biggest slave haul.
They went to work hoping,
and came out amazed, that
it is only when you have a dream,
that you can survive for it gives you
a way forward. Life has this trap,
to make you think you are going,
somewhere with the rest of them,
when you are not getting anywhere.

Dragging the remains of our deceit,
and telling them that there is a journey,
and, we are on it is to be done now.
For there is no tomorrow. Time deceives
for it speaks of tomorrow, when the roll
is coming to the center, where the last
stitch will show, we were unravelling what
could have been built unawares.