Blood, sweat and tears.
mostly blood.
The cost of Vulnerability
keeps going up
Too much to give
Too much to pay for
Too many memories to hide in.
Never enough time.
Sweating is easy,
we sweat together
through each other
for each other
But then come the tears.
If we ever get that close to caring.
And even if we do,
the tears are never really about you,
Are they?
There's a lot of sadness here
and now that you are losing me,
I can't seem to run from it.
But of course you can still hold me.
I always picture you holding me.
Sincerely, Matikudza
*I wrote this poem on a day I couldn't get past my loneliness. Though I find myself more comfortable with prose, poetry always manages to soak up the deeper elements of my melancholy. I don't feel ready for deeper connections but after this day I am more aware of the dangers of rejecting them before they even begin. My heart must remain open and I hope yours will too. Cheers.
My passport is green baby
So you’ll have to give me 6-8 weeks
And maybe you’re scared because
In that time
The butterflies will have died
And my routine will be back in place
My passport is green baby
There’s a bribe I’ll have to pay,
That’s if you want to speed things up a little
And take me far away
My passport is green baby
I’ll meet you on the other side
They’ve got to have a good long look at each page
Before they even think about letting me inside
My passport is green baby
And I wouldn’t have it any other way
It’ll just take 6-8 weeks for that adventure we talked about...
Or maybe you could stay?
Sincerely,
Matikudza
Green Passport 21/12/25
