Rebuilding walls

A Poem

By Hope Netshivhambe

I’ve laid dead in my room many times.
Many times I’ve pondered at the point of breath.
The point of breath is to serve others, they say.
Today the walls of my room watched me denounce death,
Life was in my mouth all this while,
All I did was speak to myself,
Told myself to live,
Told myself to breathe,
Told myself to heal,
Told myself to remember the goodness of God,
Told myself to rebuild the walls of my own sanity.
All this time it was in my mouth, life.