So, I wrote a poem for the first time in many months and want to share it with you. Yet again I am looking forward to this month, and grateful to have had an awesome start. I pray October stays kind to me and to you.
Okay, enjoy the poem, bye.✌️🏾
Under dark skies City lights sparkle like stars But soon the sun will come To chase away wispy dreams
Of magic and spells Conjurings and potions Of wizards and witches And freshly mown grass
Deep in dungeons Ancient powers stir Waiting to be awakened On the day of the dead
To walk among the living And feel life throbbing Blood hot and red Awakens sinful pleasures
These are the last days of fall For soon winter comes Bringing endless night And warmth will be no more
Hey people! Yesterday was one of those ‘If I perish, I perish’, moments. That is because I shared my personal story with y’all just to unwind and let go of that part of me that seems frozen in time. I wanted to haul all of the garbage into the sea, and say, ‘Okay! Bye! It was not fun while it lasted, urgh.’ Cataloguing my thoughts, weighing the consequences, and finally putting it all down, was my way of letting go. Do I feel better? A teeny weeny bit. But that’s a lot of bad vibes off my chest. Would I be able to do it again? Well I have learnt not to underestimate myself. I am Magic you ken.
A part of me was aghast, still is – so y’all like sob stories huh! – and another part of me was wowed. You see I took off my layers, got naked, and I didn’t get shorn as being weak or chasing clout. My vulnerability wasn’t shoved back into my face. Forget wowed, I’m humbled. I guess I still don’t completely subscribe to the goodness of humankind – no offense to every human reading this🙏 – one day I’ll eventually get there. If you missed it click here to see me naked (figuratively guys!).
Following quickly on yesterday’s purge, my friend Jesam wrote something lovely and sent it to me. I believe it serves to remind us (me especially) that we aremagic. Not necessarily the Hogwarts kind. Truly this magic is not in spells books or potions. Not in the elder wand or invincible cloak or resurrection stone (forgive the excessive use of Harry Potter’s reference but I wish J. K Rowling is my fairy godmother).
Our magic comes from knowing that we are flawed and being reminded daily of our limitations; it is scaling one obstacle only to meet up with another one, over and over again; it is fighting to stay relevant in our relationships and still failing one way or another. It requires acknowledging all of this, accepting the truth of it and still striving hard to prove ourselves capable of overcoming it. It reveals itself when you do not let yourself be defined by where you currently are but by where you see yourself. Alas, if you don’t do the work you’ll stay put like those annoying queues at the ATM😂
You are magic when you simply believe that you are. Shikena!
So click the link and you can find out for yourself why everything I ranted about just might be true😌👇okay, bye!
Five blind men stumbled on an object on their way home. It wasn’t there when they set out at dawn, and they were used to taking that route back as it was the only one they knew. They circled the object and decided to inspect it. The man in front stretched his hand and felt […]