Maybe I’ve said a little too much, my words know no bounds as my ink knows no end and my books know no climax. It has become a norm of unending rains.
Maybe I’ve bled a little too loud, with age I have come to understand that dancing in the rain will do me more harm than good, I won’t find a knight in shining armor waiting to sweep me off my feet!
No!
that’s Cinderella not me, what I would find however, is just another dreaded visit to the doctors office leaving a dent in my pocket. I’d rather not try.
No happily ever afters, it seems the story has not even began and yet here I am to vent and complain about how hard it has been, how many sores and scars it have painted on my canvas.
Time and time again, you give to the world all you’ve got.
when you start, you have the strength of a thousand bulls, faith of a mastered seed, you have drive, to which the world will swallow hole and tell you “hey! Work harder you aren’t doing enough”
Aren’t doing enough?
I feel as though I’m doing more than my plate should take.
I am doing the best I can, if your single minded stuck up ego can not appreciate what I bring to the table
I don’t belong to your table. I think it’s high time I build my own and save myself the embarrassment of being on yours! This time I get to pick what is out on it and it’s me who will dictate who shall be on it. My table is not build for everyone because not everyone will go to the deep with me. And everyone sees what I see up ahead.
My table that you will not be apart of, will be anything but what you’ve deemed fit. Society won’t approve of a woman’s table but hey who needs them anyway. Their lost within themselves and so have you lost your way.
Be calm, you’ve made your bed
now you shall sleep in it.
For in my mind, I’ve learnt now I’m ready to strive and conquer on my table which knows no bounds or constrain
~•Kudzai Chidamba P•~
~•Ephemeral embrace•~ 