A year older.
by Luyanda Shabalala
A year older
more wiser,
it's not just a number
eyes are more sober.
Mind is sharp like a razor
my life is protected by my saviour,
thoughts deep like October rain
the soul still dances through pain.
Years of sorrow.
Years of happiness.
Years of mistakes.
Years of success.
We keep going.
Published on the Writory Wall.