who is this imposter?
visiting my body
unwelcome guest
he brought
damaged goods as gifts
that
never let you forget
who you used to be
he crawls out from the rubble
presenting as me
to the public who just sees
surface deep
but not
the unthinkable pain
crushing
dizzying
writhing
grimacing
never-ending always shifting
fireworks in my bones
not the colourful kind
but the kind that burns if you touch it
by accident
thinking you might have fun
watching the view
yet you were fooled
because fireworks always hurt
when they explode
too close
to your heart
body
mind
and soul
you
you wore out your welcome
— brenda johima
