Nkem Light

he said "never change " as if it was his only, and acceptable condition she replied: "i don't know which way I will grow. every day i fear how the sun will distort me; how it'll entice my petals to branch out toward it's light. every season I fear how the temperatures will change me; change my color and bountifulness, i'm certain I will change , so that's all i can promise. i just hope you'll continue to fall in love with me as I learn to fall in love with myself over and over again"

"I took all my feelings, my wants and needs, my dreams and I buried them inside you. I planted myself inside you and waited to bloom. And it didn't take no eighteen years to find out the soi l was hard and rocky and it wasn't never gonna bloom." -Rose    Artist:  Vinc e Low Muse: Viola Davis as Rose Maxson Movie: Fences i pulled myself apar t; slowly  placed pieces of me in your soul.    within  the body of the man whose arms melted away my woes . never questioning whether  it would be the final resting place of my dreams  because i was  anxious to see them come into f ruition  through you.  how i hoped you'd flourish and I'd be able to propagate from you ;  b loss oming into  the woman i dreamed of with your aid.  how i hoped it w ould be  a temporary  place until i found  time in-b etween lo ving you   & becoming all the things you needed me to be.  y et, as i showered  you with every bit of light i  co uld   find w ithin my s oul , p

She didn't understand any of it― art that is. And that's what he was, art. A walking, thinking, breathing, talking piece of art. & he allowed her into his world, and inadvertently ignited her right mind. & she loved his art, everything about it. This unread woman who had been trying to teach herself to open her mind and eyes to aesthetics unfamiliar to her, grew fond of everything he created; everything he loved. Mostly because she found pieces of him in them and they were keys to his soul. That's how she fell in love with art; with the world; with him. He had the ability to touch, open and awaken her senses in a way no one else was able to. Senses she didn't know she had. Challenging everything she thought. Nullifying every fact she was taught. Becoming all things to her. He taught her science through feeling. That was his art; his ability to mold her. She was clay in his hands, and he sculpted her... & she became

"remember the time we'd set the earth on fire? stick with me and we'll burn it up" - Danny "are you finished? now will you leave?" -Anna (lines from the film Anna Lucasta ) some just come around for a love letter my heart has never been on my sleeve so what drew you to me? my heart has never been on my sleeve so why do you think you can hold it? my heart has never been on my sleeve so why are you looking for love here? are you looking for a challenge? my heart is blacker than coal with an anchor that has never been detached so why are you here? don't lose your hand trying to pick up my heart. you're digging for a treasure that doesn't exist. what are your true intentions? do you think you're worthy? capable of softening my heart? some just come around for a love letter my mind has never been swayed my mind has settled my most intense emotions into ash so again, why are you here? hope didn'

then you find out you're replaceable despite your rarity, your uniqueness, your energy that moment is humbling because you have to come to terms with the fact that there isn't a scale to measure your quality your worth― something you valued high is now irrelevant there's no number, just relativity no, there's a number and it's one. you are one; as whole as one could be one of one but among many others & the same person who loved you as a whole is willing to sacrifice what makes you complete you now feel reduced to that speck of an human being swimming in a sea of billions of beings & the only thing that has value is the price it'll cost to lose you & you learn it's a price they're willing to pay that is the day you learn that you are appraised only after you are no longer wanted

"We almost always forgive those we understand." -Mikhail Lermontov This is why communication is important and one's ability to be able to express themselves and make a sound argument. When you're able to do all the things previously stated complicated, poignant situations can be defused. It's not a good defense argument with copious amounts of supporting evidence to prove who's right and who's wrong. It's for the accused to express themselves in a lucid way so the hearer can understand why things transpired the way that it did. That doesn't mean they have to agree but rather can comprehend what prompted the reasoning that affected the outcome. When that level is reached clarity is manifested. Understanding is what allows us to be empathetic. Yes, empathetic towards the one who hurt us, intentionally or unintentionally. For me, a resentful person, I've found that the best way for me to be able to move on and completely for