REKINDLED
She yearns to share her soul’s secrets like a little sweet child would long to tell all their experiences,
Innocence as naked as the truth, bold and visible as nature’s vast wonders.
I am warmed by my affinity to wanting to explain my very existence, my vanity, inhumanness and feelings for her-do I hesitate? Not in the least, my instincts like a deep-sea diver compel me to take the plunge and navigate my growing feelings thereon.
As humans we were built to have others witness our lives in parallel to our own vision of our journeys.
Society’s inhibitions time and time again remind us why and how not to trust others and fall short of enabling us to trust oneself.
We chat away like we were two swans that have always puddle the pond together- alas we are miles apart, but the distance no longer exists because we feel REKINDLED-mind, body and spirit.
By Sunday N. Kapesi
She yearns to share her soul’s secrets like a little sweet child would long to tell all their experiences,
Innocence as naked as the truth, bold and visible as nature’s vast wonders.
I am warmed by my affinity to wanting to explain my very existence, my vanity, inhumanness and feelings for her-do I hesitate? Not in the least, my instincts like a deep-sea diver compel me to take the plunge and navigate my growing feelings thereon.
As humans we were built to have others witness our lives in parallel to our own vision of our journeys.
Society’s inhibitions time and time again remind us why and how not to trust others and fall short of enabling us to trust oneself.
We chat away like we were two swans that have always puddle the pond together- alas we are miles apart, but the distance no longer exists because we feel REKINDLED-mind, body and spirit.
By Sunday N. Kapesi
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