Gilbert K. Charles

Dear Self

There was a time you looked into a mirror and didn't know the person who was looking back at you.

You had patience because you understood that all things change in due time.

You had to learn the hard way that wishing can not bring bad to glory or cause hardships to end cause life is what you make, not what makes you.

And as you outgrew from our younger self, you learned not to make excuses but rather to make changes that define who we are all together today.

I know it's never enough now more than ever that it's just you and I, standing as a shield to our mother's children; fighting the world to make our life better; learning to be better with no one to say "Hey Gibs, It's going to be alright" or even just a glimpse of a smile we once had on our faces with her around guiding our steps to another basking light of day.

But i want you to know that I'm proud of you for laying this foundation for us. And also the fact that you didn't waste the ability you were born with to change our life cause where I stand now is far from fair compared to what you had to go through to bring us here.

And now, with the foundation you've laid, let me raise the walls of the purpose we were born to fulfill before I pass on the kingship to our future self to do the roofing and furnishing as we strive to make life better to everyone around us.

Wish me luck.
I love you.

(To the stories of William street, Kampala)

She won’t like my story
She regrets that a poem makes her cry
But poetry is an instrument
Of sadness.

So I take her to a shady street
She needs to know
Where I come from,
& why I keep going back.

There’s a story
On every cracked vinyl corridor
There is heartache in every blood-paint.
~



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Breathe your warm breath on my cold heart, let the heat thaw the icy walls that encase my emotions.
I long to feel again.
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Handle my fragile heart with care, for it has been through storms and scars that have left it fragile and vulnerable.
I am not a plaything to be tossed aside when you grow bored.
I break too easily for that kind of superficiality.

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comes great responsibility.