Words From Within. Poem by Shamba Kaunda

My tears, a stream—I burn within,
I fear my dream, a somber sin.
Beneath my skin, a silence screams,
A war unfolds between the seams.

Each breath I take, a borrowed flame,
Each thought, a ghost that speaks my name.
The night, it knows the scars I hide,
The dawn just finds me crucified.

I wear a mask of calm and grace,
But shadows dance behind my face.
What once was light now flickers dim,
A hymn of grief—my requiem.

Still in the ash, a whisper grows,
A wilted rose the darkness knows.
And though I fall, I rise again,
With burning heart, and ink for pen.