The Pending Period...

Poet : Gerald Tapiwa Moyo

A little distance not more than
where the breath’s heat stands in thin air,
A fist in pursuit of striking her
once lovely nose with less
hair,
 Misses when suddenly a loud
bang emerges on their front
door.
Window frames shivered.
The husband flattens out a
friend of his wife with a lie.
Visitor leaves the apartment.
A blank space was detected in
their forced attachment.

Mysteriously.
She rushed into this tragic
situation.
Without her consent to
choose,
An unexpected ballistic
missile stroke.
At the very core.
Her educational life was
suspended.
A teen age pregnancy became
her meandering shock.

Parents attempted to disown
her,
Disoriented.
She attended a child
marriage,
Of which she was the child being married.
She muses about her previous
educational life.
Haunted.
Misery smites her face.
She waits.

Firstly she thought it was just a
story in a fairytale book,
yet she witnesses as other little girls get on the hook.
She calls it life in remand.
An open prison.
She waits.

Asks herself,
“When will this early marriage
doom come to end?”

She tags her case pending.

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