Finally the shell is cracking off without damaging the egg within.
I performed a poem of mine in spoken word for the first time ever, on Saturday.This was at Diverse /Thy Verse/, the maiden edition hosted by Clemency Green [@thatpoetclem]. I felt… different, afterwards. Different in a way I can’t exactly lay a finger on. Thinking of the cold feet that tried to get a grip on me. It was truly an experience. I just feel kinda excited that I actually tried it out. Wasn’t so bad after all. Though it wasn’t such a perfect run. I know I’m right on track. God’s got me :)…
-BREAKING THE SHELL
To write or not to write?
Nah, that’s left out
To speak or not to speak?
Now,thats the question that made my fear reach it’s peak.
You see,Home to me was what my shell was
My comfort zone, my favourite zone
my safety blanket, the one that warms you up the most
On the coldest nights, you know
That one that never lets you down
That lets you lie in green pastures
Or rather withered grass from past errs
and lost hope
She tells me I can’t cope
With the struggles and trails that life may bring
And that I’m better off without even trying
Once the Ying to my yang
The flip to my flop
My tango partner
The one whose music magically got me swaying to
The bitter bits of self doubt
We were inseparable
Like a snail to its shell
who retreats at the slightest sign of danger
So I was to strangers
The ones that tell you of things
To ‘try this out’, ‘Come out from your shell’
But that just seemed like hell to my ears
Cos for so long I’d listened to the devil’s lies
That lingered even in my subconscious
And with his viles he construed my mind to believing I was just a sea of confusion
Meanwhile what I really failed to see
Was that the shell was all a facade
A mask masking my inner strength
Shading the true length of whatever abilities that may be
And all I needed was the Son
To bask in His glory
And trust Him soley
I stand before you all
As I take a step in cracking that shell
Just as Rome wasn’t built in one day
The bricks of the wall I so diligently built round myself over the years can not be broken in one day
But I know they are crumbling
I feel it
I feel it in my bones
So though I may stumble and fall
Just like the sun that sets and rises up at dawn
I will rise again
built to break.
*Dances in cracked up shell*💃💃💃.
Stay tuned to this space😘😘.