The Art of Wearing a Smile and Keeping It

Dear Diary,

In case the sun goes down before my sad song finds my cracked lips, let me let my heart dance. I have known nothing but grief and this newfound comfort in realizing I can realign everything I thought was out of my control is reassuring my steps.

Today I choose to keep my smile. And wear it I must. This one was forged through the last few days sitting in the dark.

A glint of warmth has spewed onto the morning and I am in a place where all my energies are vibrating at the same frequency. A vibe of ideation and reflective prose is cuddling with my mood shamelessly like those constant attacks from a writer's block are imaginary.

Standing on the ashes of my yesterday, I must stretch to reach for the stars and the inkpot falls onto my redeeming hands. For poetry and prose to become medicinal again, I am aware that I must surrender all control to my higher self and let her straighten out these fears that often seek to conquer what they shouldn't.

I am everything the universe says I am
I have been carved
From the wombs of a long line of women
Who walked the earth
Long before my breath was synchronised
With the sea and the trees.

I carry the features
Of goddesses from a matriarchal era
A time when the nurturing affection of women
Ruled the land
All while interceding for their men during the war
Cooking for their growing sons
And effortlessly serving as life portals.

And so before the sun claims the day for himself and the wild dry winds try to cool off his recently unchecked rage, the ink is witnessing this soul-making the promise to stay still to itself. That no matter whatever the day brings as it unfolds, the decision is to remain undisturbed by anything unfavourable lurking in one of its unforeseeable hours.

And as the dying hour of this day hits the clock, I want to give in to the moon and his night cloak knowing that I let light in even just for a day.

Here is to...

Finding joy in the many healing processes that I am undergoing...rediscovering the strengths that I might have forgotten thanks to all the heaviness of life...focusing on and embracing every creative impression there is...and to always remember to leave any gravesites early enough.

Here is to...

Letting go...for nothing keeping me from being the best version myself is worth it holding on to...here is to learning how to breath especially when something is trying to drown me...and owning all of who I am...flaws, fears, freckles and all.

_{wambuku w.}