Thursday, September 29, 2011

A woman of strength - Yes I am

Wonder not for I indeed am a woman of strength - Yes I am
It is now that I lay in my bed I say, Yes I am, Yes I am and not the Yes I am you made me believe I was
I am a woman of strength for if it were not for the strength within these veins,
If it were not for the strength carrying this frail frame,
The strength I possess that led I to the Yes I am, that you planted in my strong willed soul

These eyes that stare without a blink at the sharp blazing object yielded towards it,
These hands that ward off the potential harm posed its way,
These ears firmly planted on the ground, waiting for those giant footsteps - who could that be?
I wonder - is it time to retreat to that secluded shrine, is it time to race to that chosen spot
Is it that time to give it all up and let out that strength this aching heart manifests.

It is perhaps that the truth is the way of setting us free, perhaps an overrated statement for I
I as a woman of strength, with the strength usually safely tucked away in the pangs felt in my intestines
The strength I possess as I walk barefoot to fend for those of my womb,
the additional strength that only a soldier can carry as armor, I am that woman of strength
Yes I am, strength is I, I have strength, I provide strength

As I look up to the road ahead, and see the possibilities within the journey
I ask where is that strength to get me through these stumbling blocks?
The answers lie within for I as a woman of strength can build a nation
Yes I am strength for my tongue is not constructed to break, I am strength
The thousands of hair strands on my head are intertwined to a chain of strength

I walk, I speak, I sing, I sleep, I feed, I fend - Yes I am strength
That sharp knife pointed towards those that matter, is but a blunt trivial object compared to my strength
The harsh rays poisoining the eyes, are but the light at the end of this tunnel to I as a woman of strength
The rain that floods is but an ocean my way, the one that is meant to clean rotten debris
The winds that break the baobab trees, bring but the source of my foundation to build from

I have given the other cheek not because I was the Yes you thought I was
I have slept in the hospital casualties and police stations, Yes I a woman of strength
I have gone to bed with hunger, scared to touch a morsel of your sweat
I am drobed in attire that is not deserving of my torso, but I am a woman of strength
I am ailing and aching when the emotions envelope my sanity

I bid you farewell my lover, my friend for I as a woman of strength need to be strong
May your paths not be troubled when you think of how you tortured me
May those that follow in my footsteps not suffer the hardships I was subjected to
As you walk the talk remember that this I, is that of a woman of strength
Not the I that you created, it is my time to embrace the world

For I am that woman of strength

Written and Posted on my facebook notes Thursday, 12 August 2010

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Time Does

Indeed it does...:

Never did I realise that time does wait for man - things fall into place at the right time, they fall out of place at the right time, the destinies are written and revealed at the appropriate time. The joys at my doorstep have skipped time to land with accuracy, the woes in my backyard have been planted in precision. 

Does time? yes time does not wait for no man!!! the moments spent on trivialities is but precious and lost in time, the anguish caused to mortals is energy misdirected and the click of the time machine does not pause to regain such, the positive steps shoved away cannot be retraced, the silver linings within our reach hidden by the clouds are soon to fade for time does not wait for man.

Time does heal: the beauty that transcends from an anguish experienced, is but a white protective and peaceful bubble. Time does heal for the journeys travelled to create a collage of memoirs are deserved, the plush velvet heart now turned into an intertwined rope is but an affirmation that time does heal.

Time does forgive: as one stumbles and tumbles and is reduced to a morsel, the giant footprints will find a way to be filled and the route back is but a forgiveness filled one.
Time does deliver: it never fails on its promises, all you richfully deserve are indeed delivered on a platter by the ever obidient time. For truly time does ... endlessly to infinity for all possibilities time does.

Written and posted on my facebook notes 05 Jan 2011, Wednesday