Every day

Tonight, I want to write me some poetry.
Not about balloons and ice cream
Or battered hearts that have grown resistant to pain,
Or the characters I met that would make a good story…
Or boys and the one that got stuck in my head. No.

This is “my” poetry.

I have been trying too hard to explain
That I am all of this and none of that
That it’s not what you think and you only need to do is keep an open mind. I really tried…

But i ran out of breath,
From making the announcements and running uphill simultaneously.
From keeping my eyes open and watching, waiting, anticipating the next not-so-right opinion about me.

This is “my” poetry

I am Victory; sunshine on a rainy day, chilled coke on a sunny day.

I am tenderness and ‘hiccupy laughters’ in public places about things you would not have noticed.

I am so beautiful, God had to take a selfie after He was done making me.

So, yea…in other words, I am done
With half-hearted conversations and forced relationships,
With friendships that feel like walls and eyes too eager to impress.

I have a lover like no other who mesmirises and totally adores me.
God loves me…
And “everyday”.
This is more than enough.

© Victory Osarumwense (2017)

PS: So I sat down to write today’s blog post and i realized what I really wanted to do was breathe in poetry . So I scrolled through my old poems both on the blog and the unpublished ones on my phone and this one struck me and  so I thought to share with you.

I want to write a long essay to explain the message of the poem, but this all I really am trying to say, “God loves me, and everyday, this singular fact is more than enough”.

I just want to scream it on the mountain top, that God actually loves me and everyday, it is more than enough.

And just in case you forgot, God loves you and you should never forget this truth. Have a beautiful week!❤❤

Model: Blessing Osas

Victory Osarumwense

Popularly called Victory Osas is a Financial Analyst by day and a creative storyteller with every breath she takes. She is the kind of person who would take the window sit in a car just to look at the people walking by. She says that people are walking stories and often finds a way to wrap ordinary moments that people would overlook to her works.

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