Hi everyone, in celebration of this year’s world poetry day, I will be featuring some of my favorite poets and their works.
To start, I’d like to introduce you to Nuru Rufo.
Thank you darling for honoring me with your words.
Be prepared for more impactful poems.
Mutheu wa Sumbi
I am starting to see life for what it is.
A series of mistakes, that if repeated, lead to destruction of self.
Languishing in it makes misery my home.
I could push past myself and love me ’cause I’m lovable.
I am starting to see love for what it is, not what I want it to be. All the words I hold in my tongue so I don’t offend you and the decisions I make despite your advice. And the frustration you have with my ways.
My frustration with you not being on my side.
You won’t love me to my death bed, I heard you say that.
I don’t want to be the kind of person that constantly surpresses who I am and what I want to fit into a world that couldn’t care less.
I don’t want to run away from things that haven’t happened yet.
I fell into the darkness I thought was myself and couldn’t get up.
I am loving myself. It means looking her in the eye every day and giving her pleasures she’s never had.
And that’s okay.
Thank you Ivy for giving hope a chance. For finding that you have more light in you than you ever thought you needed.
For letting yourself love and be loved. For giving God the chance to heal your beautiful soul.
For letting yourself be so full of joy that you have enough for your tribe. For being there for me when no one else was.
For letting yourself be understood, by yourself and letting go of pretense.
You look into my eyes each morning and assure me I will be okay. I am beauty. You amaze me every day darling.
I love you forever. This is for you.
Sweeter than you will ever know, because you struggle to believe what you’ve been told.
Stronger than a thousand sunsets, you are my moon. I long to romance you for eternity.
As I write this to let you know that I will be with you for now and always.
I choose to make you mine.
One of the most beautiful things has to be those sweet smiles you share with yourself.
Smiling at the blue sky, or your phone.
At a private joke.
At how awesome you are.
Remember those smiles when you are down.
When you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see, remember that there is more to you than your image.
I am starting to accept that the highs and lows don’t matter as much as what I think about myself.
No matter how much weight I gain or lose, how I do my hair, what I wear, how I speak, where I am…
I matter. Amidst the chaos, difficulty, boredom and stickiness of healing from something I don’t understand. I am hopeful.
Because once in a while I look up, and feel the corners of my mouth rising up to a slight smile, and I remember just how beautiful I am.
Being honest with myself, with you, in prayer is always something I have been glad to do.
The relief of telling someone all that is and might be going on within me is a treasure few know of.
I am glad that you’re the kind of friend that listens without saying a word.
And no sounds that indicate you hear me when all you want to do is reply.
You are honestly my best friend. By that I mean that you are always there, constant.
Even when I wish you would leave and let me drown in this, you stay.
Right there, a sort of silent assurance than lonely is never permanent and happy is always something I can come back to.
Honesty with you make me want to be true with all others.
You make me brave. You still my heart. You focus my mind and calm my being.
This is a little written prayer to say I am grateful.
That is all.
I saw this picture about a year ago. And if i look at what i have achieved since then i am astonished. Words are magic if you let them change you.
I believe that no matter who you are or what you believe in you were made for a reason. I have discovered my purpose, my reason for living.
Its to help people with poetry. Its to help people heal and heal myself with words. To use all i have and all i am to create joy.
I hope i have helped you, inspired you and encouraged you in some way so far. Or at least helped you to know you’re not alone.
And your not.
Pain has many faces and many names.
You won’t always have someone to talk to. But you will have my blog to read when you need it.
Lots of love