In all that is him, he had the ability to still my mind
without needing to utter a word
The caress of his voice was enough to bring peace to my
otherwise tormented mind
There was no need to fill the blank spaces of silence, no
need to say meaningless words for fear that not enough was said.
Instead, he filled the once empty spaces with words that
took on meaning
Rhyming them like a song that would carry my worries with it
into the wind
Away from any dark thoughts, away from any uncertainty and
into a peaceful serenity.
He inspired.
Inspired from his brisk storytelling, his relentless ability
to tell it as is without the need to sugar coat a story, such that its telling did
not leave a bitter taste on your palate. That in his serenity of himself you saw a gentleness that
needed imploring and was there for the taking. A contrast of character so
captivating it made you want to take a bite into its soft flesh of difference.
So write he said, what is stopping you from carrying out
your life long longing of standing up tall and doing what will make your heart
overflow with ability. And so he prodded and lead me to my very first spoken
word audition. Where I would discover that poetry was to come from the deepest
parts of your soul, to lay breath in the story you are to tell, from your voice
to their ears, to their hands, such that when you soak it should be as though their hands can touch and feel what you feel in writing those very pieces
Pieces of yourself
Pieces of what can be
Pieces of poetry
Take your time it said, with all that you do, that your
writing not be littered with bitterness that you cannot shake, but rather with
a taste of experience, littered with lessons and coupled with the flavour of
life. It does not need to taste of lemonades, because frankly it’s time we
start rejecting the lemons life hands to us and start demanding for
strawberries, tasting of promise, or litchis dripping with solitude or grapes
covered in contentment.
And so I took my time to write, and write I did.
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