I am here
I have always been
I am all you see
Yet never seen
I am the word
On the tips of your tongues
I am the breath
That fills your lungs
I am the fire
You feel when you kiss
I am the pressure
In the belly of the abyss
I am the night
When the day is done
I am the heat
In the heart of the sun
I am the swells
Of oceans deep
I am the joy
That makes you weep
I am the mouth
That breathes the wind
I am the truth
No lie can rescind
I am your constant
I am your whim
I am the flame
No water can dim
I am your rise
I am your fall
I am the light
That illuminates all
I am the first ray
Of breaking dawn
I am the cry
Of a babe just born
I am the view
from the top of the hill
I am the place
You go to when still
I am the moment
When all becomes clear
I am the love
That brought you here
I am the rain
That quenches the fields
I am the harvest
That patience yields
I am the roots
That anchor the tree
I am the end of infinity
I am the stillness
Of starless space
I am forever
Behold my face
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Troydon
Troydon Wainwright is a philosopher and Reiki Master based in Cape Town. Born with mild cerebral palsy and dyslexia, Toydon learnt to write as a way to overcome the barriers his dyslexia placed in front of him. “I wrote my way out of dyslexia,” said Troydon, “or at least to the point where reading and writing aren’t a problem anymore.”
During the day he works as an educational facilitator (someone who helps special needs students cope academically and become more independent). At night he dedicates his time to writing. He has won a Nova award for his short story, The Sangoma’s Storm, and been a feature poet at the Off the Wall poetry readings in Cape Town and at Cape Town Central Library. Three of his poems were also included in the anthology Africa’s Best New Poets. He has also been published in the South African Literary journal, New Contrast. One of his Facebook posts, in which he took a stand against racism, has gone viral (http://www.troydonwainwright.com/when-love-went-viral/).
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