Feel like I’m slipping away, slipping back to where I've been before but left just to come back one day. Can you call it destiny every time you end up at a place you so desperately wish to leave? Left to wonder if you're meant to be a you that has no place in this life you were dealt, yes it's your mission to go further and accomplish more than you or your circumstance could ever envision, but when you have to come back to the beginning just to begin once again, is it really part of that said mission?
But I deviate from the point at hand, why must I continue to become the one that I had so masterly planned to shut away in his solitude of never instead of forever and a day, being the duration of his exposed state of stay? Is it because some lessons are never learnt and thus fought against until their cradle within your eventual grave, or is it just because you failed to overcome the only one that you had to ever defeat on every given day?
You are your own worst enemy, but by that same breath you could also be your much needed saving grace. The fact of the matter is that it merely depends on which truth you are willing to face.
So, I reiterate... I feel like I'm slipping away.
— Nikolai Tjongarero
Born and raised in Windhoek, Namibia, Nikolai Tjongarero is a contributor to The Ground's Ear Contemporary Verse from Southern Africa poetry anthology. Nikolai's poems, social commentary and ruminations can be found online at #GetFamiliar where I Reiterate... first appeared.