Olúwafèyíṣarámi

I have resolved in my heart  just because that's who I am  and that's what I profess.  I find in my heart no animosity  and no grudge against whatever I term as past.  Its all in the past.  there is nothing to be angry about.    There's nothing left but pity and peace.  I think I could have handled things a little differently  but in all, I am thankful.  Its not easy to give all of yourself  All of the time But try I would. All i feel is love. I love you like I always did- Maybe with a little twist, but I do. just like I loved those before you. what brought me here? I just figured that there's nothing Absolutely  nothing you have done  that supersedes where I'm coming from. and yet I did forgive. I did see where I went wrong. And I let go. This also I would do now I choose not to look at the person but to...

There's a song I really like by Beyonce that somewhat sums up how I've felt for years. I've been married for 7yrs now but I have no life of my own. Somewhere along the line, I guess I have lost myself.... recently, I've been doing some craft work that everyone seems to love and the turn-out has been pretty amazing. And I've had support here and there...I'm so happy. I just wish my husband could be a little supportive and appreciative of me... This is the song: Listen to the song here in my heart A melody I start but can't complete Listen to the sound from deep within It's only beginning to find release Oh, the time has come for my dreams to be heard They will not be pushed aside and turned Into your own all 'cause you won't Listen Listen, I am alone at a crossroads I'm not at home in my own home And I've tried and tried to say what's on mind You should have known Oh, now I'm done believing you You don't know what I'm ...

What other color do I wear? How do I uncover the facade of yesterday Beneath the mask of Friday? How does the color of my actions Not clash with my parade of expressions? I stutter within my streaming tears Where exactly do I begin this story? I sniffed back boggle Still you were blind and deaf  Beyond control, in rage; Even my flesh couldn't be spared from more More of the bruises you imprinted.  A demonstration of love, is it? And you ask me to stay. what for? To bear the pain? Why will I? When I have my place of solace. A light; the womb of many colors;  That place deep within, untouched and untouchable;  You profess love, but is it? Or a gradual process of death? A very very selfish and obsessive mind. That's not love.  Its just you wanting to take by all means And rape your way through, Just to boost your ego. But does it help? Without all the charade, what's left of you? Go look in the mirror.  U want to get high on me? I ...

GHOST In circles, life revolves Round and right back Bigger and more complicated. Invisible, I take notes. The observer, shrinking beneath my skin, Frozen under my smiling mask. A ghost, Sweeping in the wind. I glide. Moving across the room. Right here, again Blowing you kisses, Screaming to be heard, Hoping to be thawed, Yearning to be seen. Yet, I remain me. The secret by your side.

I've often wondered how I would feel if I just caught a glimpse of you. I always wondered how awkward it would be or if I will just be sad or moody. I was amazed how wrong I was. Fine, it was awkward at first. But I was happy. It was nice to see you. I even still had some flip-flops in my tummy for a few seconds or minutes... But it quieted down after a while. I thought I would be mad. Mad at you or mad at myself for whatever reason but I'm so relieved that there was absolutely none of that to deal with. All that remains is a peace from within, knowing that I did the right thing. Secretly, I admire your stance; and I'm impressed at the quietness of the storm within. Still, I hope I made it a lot easier for you to breathe. Irrespective of the way things are, my stand and me remain the same. Nothing's changed. Not even what I feel. It all remains untouched by the whole drama...I am surprised. There's a peace that surpasses all understanding. Now I have a glimpse...

You have no idea where I'm coming from Or how my journey has been. Hell, you damn well have no right to judge me Cos you do not know me. Feel free to blow your self righteous trumpet. But for some of us, there's absolutely nothing left Nothing to boast about but how broken it has left us. And how the brokenness has brought me here. I'm a testimony and I know it Without proof, there's much more.... A baggage of sorts yet to know about me. Still, the most important things, stay pending. Breaking rules just to make you see To understand the imperfection that lies beneath the skin. And the brave-front shield. A defence against the need to be covered. A smokescreen. Hiding the essentials way beneath the shroud. What do you see when you look at me? Brokenness or the beauty of it? Can you stomach seeing these processes? Or even allow it break your heart enough to love me? Will you take my hand and walk with me? Clearly not. So, if this is not des...

Living in reality Not having to contend with unnecessary warm pleasantries With being cordial or perfect, suffering while smiling... Just be u Not trying so hatd to impress Having noticeable flaws Having weaknesses Being imperfect yet striving to be Is the perfection that makes u human. Your flaws are there, tolerated or just ignored They could be irritating or simply interesting Either way, it doesn't really matter. Someone loves u just the way u are. U are all that really matters. Love thyself!