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Mashell Chapeyama
Member since November 11, 2012
Member for 13 years, 6 months
The Fabric of Regret
Life is intricate, a delicate bunch of choices,
where one thread, pulled too tightly,
can change the pattern forever.
We move through its complexity
often making mistakes
that we cannot reach back and undo.
A path chosen in haste to do a thing
a life partner met too soon,
When we went to places
we never intended to stay,
Then made it our home.
And the weight of our words—
things we say in the heat of the moment
And a hand lifted against a mother,
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the harshness directed at a child.
The strong regrets that arrive in the stillness.
When we notice, too late, that we were wrong,
Our memories stay longer after our deeds.
Stiil, there are natural things we can not undo
The health that begins to falter,
The strength we can no longer claim.
Or the burdens we carry from birth,
a disable hand, a blind eye, deaf ear.
Forgiveness may come from without,
But the haunting remains within,
Unless we can find a way
To sit quietly with the truth.
For only deep, inner peace—
a kindness offered to the self—
can soften the sharp edges
of things we can never undo.
Mashell Chapeyama’s timeline
- May 2026
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09 SatReceived a critique
on The Universe Does Not Compete from @Geezer
"the metaphors were original, and some were very profound: " So why should we compete with borrowed shoes on roads that do not remember our names?" "Competition is a noisy marketplace where individuals auction aspiration…" -
09 SatReceived a critique
on How I have Become Myself from @Geezer
"As if I [owned or owed] the society? a preacher shouting righteousness into deafs. [deaf ears]? This part could be a stand-alone poem. Now I stand here not as one man, but as a crowd, a procession of fingerprints presse…" -
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28 TueReceived a critique
on Only If Memories can be Erased from @Geezer
"I think that losing sight in my left eye, [keeping me from going to Vietnam], was a blessing, rather than a curse. I felt the terror in the lines: " Why survival feels like a crime scene. And somewhere above me: The hel…" -
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11 FriAnniversary
10 years of membership
- November 2017
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5 years of membership
- November 2013
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One year of membership
- November 2012
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11 SunFirst publication
Beauty in the eyes of the beholder
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11 SunJoined Neopoet
Membership begins
First poem published 1 days later.
About Me
I have been writing poems since 1997, as a teenager.
Location: Manicaland
Robert Frost
Dambudzo Marechera
Recent Work
The Fabric of Regret
Tears of Malnourished Children
In memory of Dambudzo Marechera
Don't cry for me
Mother earth
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