You aim at tipping point
Peering over edges
Entering flames you started, naked
Riding the cracked to see if you can break it.
Staring up at stalactites, jumping
Swearing at the sacred
Poking every weakness
Dancing, taunting, stomping on it all
To see if you can shake it.
To prove you cannot make it.
We all end up dead, but we’re not dead yet,
But you’ve already been defeated
Believing you have been cheated.
You cannot see the blessing
And the beauty of its fragility
Amongst the enemies you’ve seated
Living a life thought uncompleted
Struggling, because you need it - A Toi Toi Heart
2018; Barend Paul Barnard