The voices whispered in the night,
Soft murmurs laced with fear and doubt,
They held me captive, stole my light,
A storm within, no way out.
Echoes followed where I’d tread,
Repeating wounds I thought had healed,
Memories long buried, yet unsaid,
Kept spinning webs I couldn’t shield.
But somewhere past the restless tide,
A whisper kinder than before,
It spoke of hope, of strength inside,
A key to open a hidden door.
Now the voices in my head say
That I can do more like a better being.
Now the joy songs in my soul play
While a new day unrolls for living.
Through shattered glass, I found my way,
No longer bound to ghosts of old,
I turned my darkness into day,
And let my fractured soul unfold.
Now voices lift, no longer break,
And echoes sing, not call me back,
I rise anew, for my own sake,
Complete, unchained, no love I lack.
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR
Jean De La Croix Dusenge is a poet, writer, and artist from Rwanda. He fell in love with art, particulary poetry and writing, in 2017. All facets of life inspires his works. It could be philosophy, God and gods, makind, love, hate, mysteries, death, and life itself. His works are signed JDC_Kimirantare. Dusenge is also an IT and communications manager, commissioner of institutional relations, head of inventory department for several oranisations and businesses operating in Rwanda including Nyomora Foundation, WSA-R, Seven United, and Tuma250 respectively. He holds bachelor degrees in Information Technology with Majors in Software Engineering. And is presently working on his first poetry collection to be released later this year.
