The Night

By Charity Modise, The Poetic Survivor

Wild dogs howl at the dying sun
Welcoming the face of the moon.

Dark sky adorned with stars,
The earth’s ears finally know peace.
Birds of the night leap with ease,
Flapping their wings in jubilation.

Dreams come out to play in the mind.
Worn out souls find rest.
Spirits of the dead live again,
Renewal pours in like the rain,
Filling up the cores of broken souls
Restoring them back to life.

The night,
Oh, come forth dear night,
And relieve me of my load.
Come forth dear night,
And let my old bones finally find rest
Before my worn-out body explodes.

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Charity Modise is a first year student at Botswana Accountancy College(BAC) pursuing a Chartered Institute of Management Accounting (CIMA) qualification. She has previously served as a panelist on UNICEF Botswana’s Children and Youth Advisory Council, where she had the opportunity to write a blog about mental health on their website Voices of Youth. She is now a youth advocate under SAT Botswana.

Writing is a passion and a calling for her, an addiction she enjoys feeding. Her work centres on the themes of child abuse, mental health, and gender equality.

She’s also a member of the Writers Space Africa Botswana community, and has had the big opportunity of being published in the international magazines Writers Space Africa and Poetic Africa. She has also co-authored the collaborative book titled Colors of Art.