Silent Cries

I hear them..
the silent cries in the dead of the night.
They’re in the faces of loved ones
marching across my mind.

Ripped apart, taken away to no man’s land.
Make a new home, find new friends…
it just takes time.

Time?
Time brings an easing of pain,
an ability to manage…even be happy.
But time cannot touch memories,
time cannot erase.

They call out in the night and
beckon in our dreams.
Wide open spaces, fun in the sun;
and adventures in the bush.
Blood red sunsets, log fires
and yelping hyenas at dawn.

People who laughed, people who cried
and people who died.
These are the people from my land,
my country and my only true home.
My family, my friends, my comrades in arms.
I hear you, I see you;
our spirits are linked.

One spirit, one cry, one lonely call…
Our Zimbabwe we miss you,
we’ll never forget.

Silent Cries

Janine Fynn

Cape Town, South Africa

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