namwano

I am a masterpiece A compilation of shattered pieces; And whose chaos is defined as beauty. I am a masterpiece, But like every other work of art, I am a piece of work. Beyond the pretty face, is the woman I aspire to be, Once a pretty girl, now a pretty lady, but still an unfinished art. There is a stroke of flaws to paint, tracks of tears to smear, An array of scars to hang, and a buffet of wisdom to share. I am still, a masterpiece, Admittedly, in need of consistent mastery of peace. I am the fine china that took time to be molded, The diamond that withstood flames for refinement Glare at my glory on your shelf, Let me effortlessly dangle from your neck, Know this nevertheless, If handled chaotically, It is easy to break If worn haphazardly, I slide off and sadly branded “fake”, With no one anymore to call me their own. I am a masterpiece Encrypted on the palm of a master potter, Edited frequently, De-cluttered ruthlessly,...

I have known compassion and kindness. I have known moments of great joy and enjoyed the company of folks I never thought I would be synonymous with. I know what it means to celebrate others and to be celebrated too. I have enjoyed the sweet fruits of authenticity and unraveled the worlds of some people thought to be too complicated to ever understand. Nonetheless I have had occasions where I was forced to swallow the bitter pill of betrayal.  I have known degrees of pain that come from disloyalty; shades of emotions that collide, fuse, magnify and finally explode when coming to the end of myself. They are familiar to the human kind as there is nothing new under the sun- nothing that is not common to man; but to me, they were unique for this particular time and season, for maturity’s sake. And then I know what it means to take the residue of your investment of time, care, energy and love and walk away. I reiterate the sentiments of A.G. who wrote, “I am learning to lo...