The Routine

I live in a routine that yields to no one
Its walls are high and wide
I see no one but scheduled appointment
In the time that I allow them
The clock is ticking as they speak
As they try to make me commit
To events outside of the routine
I am a master of evasion
Postponing the moment when I say no
I expect their disappointment
And cannot fathom why they must ask to begin with
Everything I do not know is unthinkable
Everything I do not do is impossible
Somewhere someone is talking about me
But my walls are too thick to hear them
Everything must work around the routine
The oceans themselves break on these walls
On this prison of protection
Where I am lost in corridors I know so well

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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 (

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