poetry

What Is Her Worth?

What does her worth mean, when all she experienced was pain. What is worthy when she only encountered hardships. Life leaving her jaded. Her worth means power. Finding her worthiness makes her unstoppable. Her worth will tremble the grounds of onlookers, her watchful enemies. Waiting for her to yield. Finding her worth in words that are used to ruin her, to crumble her will.

Yet, she doesn’t succumb. She doesn’t tremble against the screaming words of men, of a system created to tear her down.

She rises. She rises. Becoming in tune with her power, with her Godsend strength. She rises, washing away at the ashes rooted to bring her down.

Yet, she doesn’t falter, she emerges from the dark tinted glasses, that paralysed her. Breaking the shackles, becoming infinite in her femininity. In harmony with her womanism, her power given from our Mother Nature. They don’t want you to know it. Knowing your power, your gift scares them. But you will see your worth, in your flourishing and decadent being. Her worth is calling out to her, wanting her to take it into the palms of her hands, placing it in her heart and boundlessly bloom. Crushing those that wilted her soul, her worth calling for her to bring it to light, to recognise her power. For her to grab it, cherish it, and wear it.

What is her worth? Her worth gives her power, making her limitless. Bringing her to light, knowing her given power and dwindling the darkness trying to silence her. Her womanly aura and energy is her eternal, everlasting power.

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Love, poetry

Musings: Fate

Fate is like the ocean that comes swooping into the shore. The ricocheting essence

overwhelming you yet, soothing you.

Fate is the unknown, leading you to your one. To your purpose.

Fate bringing two souls together, connecting them, interlocking them through the lifetime and the here-after.

Shocking you, moving you. Fixing your missing enigmas and putting you together.

Gifting you your light, your meaning, your purpose.

Suddenly life makes sense.

Creating series of circumstances like a domino, trembling your core when you are at the crest.

Two aching souls bind, unite through the purity of their love.

Fate is the unknown.

Fate is the essence enriching, radiating your light.

Two souls intertwining, seeking, finding, and loving each other.

The unknown is where you find love.

He is my one.

He is my unknown.

He is my fate.

Now I know.

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Creative Writing, poetry

Unspoken Words

Watchfully gazing from a distance, as his face lights up. The corner of his eyes crinkling, delving into the skin as his eyes beam brightly. With his mouth tilting upwards into a radiant smile like the luminescent moonlight illumining, bringing my soul alive. His darkened complexion enhanced his strong features, his eyes twinkling like two celestial orbs. His dimples deepening as his smile enriches, beautifying his already handsome face. Whispering his name as I look up, watching in all its magical glory.

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Creative Writing, poetry

Connections

Connections happen slowly, sinking within every inch of your soul.

Connections happen in an instant, sparks shooting through your veins.

Staying in your mind, leaving you guessing how and why you’ve met them.

Wanting more of their presence.

What do I get with you entering my life the way you did?

Is this destiny? Is this fate? Is this circumstantial? Was it created by coincidences?

Was it to learn? Was it to heal?

The cosmos aligning two souls, meeting each other for the first time, however it maybe.

The living being, enveloping you into a world where it is just you and him. No judgement, where happiness lives within us. His body providing you with warmth, security, and comfort. His skin against your skin electrifying the air surrounding you, your body feeling alive.

How they can leave with a blink of an eye.

The small moments that you lived with him, you rewind in your mind like a broken record. Holding onto him because you know there is no-one like him.

How it never matters for the distance for, your soul and his soul are intertwined together. You feel him around you, his presence consuming you, your heart longing for him.

Catching yourself daydreaming, wondering how his day is going, is he okay? What is he doing at this moment? Hoping he is safe and well, wanting to experience living in his world just once.

Wondering if he is doing the same too….

(This is a segment part of a creative writing I am currently doing. Had the urge to share it. Much Love, Konijja)

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