Alone in my Reflections

I think I might be getting hooked to the sound of my little poems. There is something powerful about free falling into the gentleness of calming my storms with my poetic vibe. You are welcome to sail away with me.

(a.)

I lived for every lie that lived on her lips
And chased every whisper
Where the ancient wind reigns
Until I found myself
At the feet of the gods of lost time
And fractured hearts.

(b.)

Sometimes,
Living is all about the moments
That refuse to die
At the sight of the cruel
Imperfections of the reality of life.

(c.)

There is a crusade
That seeks to silence the women
Who fiercely embody
Their matriarchal fight and light.

(d.)

The skin I wear denies
Knowing of the trauma that lives
Within my soul
How can it then not be painted
With the colour of your belittling thoughts?

(e.)

I tend to drown
Even as I stand on the shores
In vigil
While the sea
Rushes forth to reclaim the sand.

(f.)

I have poured myself into these pages
Hoping this would help me
Carry the load
I carefully pack in my veins.

I am not sure how my poetry wants to reinvent its way of doing things but I am really glad it's back. Nothing is as liberating as being able to gently release the echoes of my melancholic mind. I hope you enjoy them... :)

_{>...the digital art is mine and It was generated on wonder.}

_{wambuku w.}