Innocent to the dark side of love ,she was prepared,she was not!

The woman on the screen, made it look easy, Schooled her about d perks of love,
Failed to illuminate her on the workings of the soul in the matter .
Head first she dived into it,
Carrying all the care poured into her by her African mother,
That made her a full African woman…
One that gave herself selflessly,
One that starved to let others have their fill,
One that left the warmth of her bed at first light of dawn to see that others lacked nothing till dusk,
One that hushed her pain,
To comfort her wailing neighbour…
All that she carried and gave to a man she called Love,
Not caring if love gave back or not.
But love ignored,
It didn’t just ignore,
It turned dark,
Became the dagger that pierced her heart and made it loose rhythm of its beat…
Dragging life out of her slowly,
Caged her soul without ministering sweet music that would calm her raging spirit,
It gave silence as dead as the grave,
Making the voices in her louder with each passing day.
Love numbed her heart and carved out jagged lines that become scars,
That numbness only awakened by pain,
Pain that went deep and unending like falling in a black hole in one of her nightmares,
It just wouldn’t stop!
Pain so strong it knocked down those firm brown shoulders that once stood up so high and proud as the peacock in its parade,
Pain so devoid of words,
Thought had no meaning in her mind,
It took out pieces of her soul one by one,
Till the very foundations of it was nothing but rubble.
This kind of pain made her walk mindlessly in the dead of the night,
With no moon to shine and give little light as a sign of hope,
Wandering about in circles,
Lost, she had no strength left in her to fight and defend her pride.
Slowly those long dark strong legs like beautifully carved out pillers of bronze,sank down,
Arms of no other but hers wrapped around her,
Not for fear that should be running down her spine because of the dark ,
But for the ice cold feeling emanating from her depths,
Her soul seemed to be in hell already,
Being tortured by non other but hunted memories of what she once thought was love.
Slowly her head followed the movement of her caving shoulders,
And it began!!!
Her eyes poured it all out,
Eyes poured out hurt,
Disappointment, shame, pain, disgust,
In form of salty water.
She cried an ocean and let herself soak in it,
Even though she didn’t know how to swim out,
She didn’t drown…
What would have been the death of her became her liberation,
She knew that was all she needed and like the drum that sounds its loudest before it tears,
She rises,
Like a lioness hunting in the dark,
Her eyes adjust to the darkness and she begins to prowl,
Making her way home,
Deaf to the millions of crickets singing songs to draw her attention,
She goes back to her beginnings,
She feels strong,
She begins to regain her grounds as she once did,
She keeps walking,
Walking till she finds love that would give back.
Love that would nurture,
Love that would care,
Love so mad, Romeo and Juliet would envy it, Love so precious and graceful seconded only by that of her Creator,
Love so pure only to be compared to the spring of Kerang,
Love that builds a soul to supernatural maturity on a solid rock,
Love that would deserve her sacrifice,
Love that would be proud and brave enough to shout and sing her praises from the peaks of Kilimanjaro!!!
But until then,
She would heal and then wait,
For hope and faith are the only sure things she holds on to.
Written by Miss Yelnen

Photo credit: fierceforblackwomen.com

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