There are days when my soul drifts between science and poetry
And in the end, decides to settle somewhere in between
Some say there is a silver thread between science and art if only you look closely enough
And sometimes though, I can't help but agree
But on days like this, when every line between everything blurs
On days like this when I watch his mouth contradict
Everything his eyes spit on me
On days like this words can barely encompass what I'm feeling
On days like this, I stammer in an attempt to speak about how I feel
On days like this, my hand fails to grip, and I drop my pen in an attempt to write
On days like this, I hope the words written make sense to all of you
On days like this.....
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Catherine Nyomenda
I love writing. I love the swirl of words as they tangle with human emotions. I am a flexible writer and can write almost anything, do you need any help creating content? Well then, get in touch...
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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Dharrsheena was my first real friend on Vocal. I would be lost if she stopped writing, though I have made other great friends who are just as precious. If you make just one, the rest will come. It takes getting older and wiser to realize that the things which we think are major upsets in our lives, are not. We ache, regret and move on to a stronger us. Focus on what makes you, YOU. The confidence to say 'I am the me that I want me to be' pushes you on becoming. I love that word, thanks Michelle. Never mind my musings, I see you as me when I first started. You will be greater yet.
It does make sense and it was very relatable. Sending you lots of love and hugs! ❤️