Usually, I'm comfortable in my own
Skin,
Whatever I'm not secure about,
The solution is to conceal
A time such as this has come
No matter how much I try to
Conceal,
You pull me out so violently before
A mirror,
To see the empty spaces pleading to
Be filled
To see the more in "That's
manageable"
I say "oh this looks great!"
You shut me up with not yet but for
Now, it's just manageable
Dancing in my halls of wishful
thinking,
But You were sent to pull me into
The hard, harsh and cold reality
To see more,
To say more,
To do more,
To move more,
More intentional,
To be more
It's not comfortable
But I sense growth.
-Blackbird
23/06/18
Author's Note🌺
Just in case you were wondering what
HADIYA means, Its Swahili for "Gift".
Lol yeah I don't know why but I just
love African languages, to an extent
languages in general .
Either way back to the main business 😂.
⤵
Different things and people motivate
us to go places we will normally not
go or things that sound outrageous
but most times, regardless of how
tough it gets, growth creeps in with
time.
*No need for people who will feed
your ego.☺
📣Inform, Inspire, Impact🎯
Muse: The principles of Provocation
Tell me what you think about this one
and themes you would like me to
explore :)
To everyone who has been supportive
either by reading, voting or
commenting, I'm very grateful
because it encourages the ink to keep
bleeding because I know someone
somewhere is reading my unrhymed
thoughts.
😊😊
Signed : Your ever loving Blackbird😆
YOU ARE READING
Half Past 00:00
Poetry⏰It's 00:00 the night is fast asleep and anyone who dares speak is silenced but my mind refuses to be silenced, Dear little Blackbird speak less, ink more she tells me. Endless lines of my feelings flood my pages uninterrupted, it feels good...
