Chris van der Westhuizen

Magteloos teen ’n gevoel,
vasgetrek op die grond.
Ek wil skree, maar klank weier;
ek wil huil, maar trane sloer.

Baie emosies sit in my vas,
wat eenvoudig nie wil bars.
Deur baie jare is dit opgebou,
versamel teen my eie wil.

Ek wil so graag ontlaai,
maar hoe - moet ek nog raai.
Hulpeloos is hoe ek voel:
gekniehalter in ’n vreemde woel.

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3de Jaar)

Shackled Emotions

Powerless beneath a weight,
Pinned tightly to the ground.
I want to scream, but sound won't come,
I want to cry, but tears won't run.

So many feelings locked inside,
That stubbornly refuse to slide.
Built up through all the passing years,
Collected against my will - and fears.

I long so much to let it go,
But how to start, I just don’t know.
Helpless is the way I feel,
Shackled in a storm surreal.

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3rd Year - Translated from Afrikaans)