Tag: walkingshadowpoetrykenya
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“When They Only Call You When They Need You, That’s Not Love.”
I used to think that giving was love.That showing up for everyone,Even when I was barely standing,Was a badge of honor. At first, it felt good.They smiled.They called me reliable, dependable, selfless.And yes, I believed them. But as time went on,I started noticing things,Subtle at first, but then loud enough to hurt.Like how my calls…
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No More Pouring from an Empty Cup
I used to give.And then I gave some more.Even when my hands trembled,Even when my soul ached. At first, I felt proud,Being the one who showed up,Who answered every late-night call,Who made space for others even when I had none left for myself. But over time, I noticed something.They only came around when they needed…
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“Strong, But Tired: The Unspoken Truth of Being the Firstborn”
I didn’t choose this crown.Life handed it to me the moment I cried first.It wasn’t golden,Rather, it was molded from responsibility… pressure… silence… and sacrifice.And yes, I wear it well but at what cost? You see, being the eldestFeels like signing a contract I never agreed to.No one explained the terms,Instead, things just began to…
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They Promised to Meet Again…But Death Came First
I know death.Not as a stranger…But as someone I’ve met too many times along the road.And perhaps you’ve met it too,not in a dramatic way,but in the quiet loss of familiar faces. Maybe you’ve stood in class photos,grinning wide,not knowing that the person beside youwouldn’t make it to the next one.At that moment, everything felt…
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“They Broke You, Left You, Now They Want You? Think Twice”
Sometimes… they don’t just fade.Sometimes… they come back.Not with a whisper, not by accident,But with fire in their eyes and trembling in their voice,Trying to rewind the moments they lost,Trying to fix the cracks with words you used to crave.They reach out like they finally understand what silence stole,Like they woke up one morning and…
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They stopped choosing you by walking shadow poetry
They might just fade away…Not with fireworks or grand announcements,Not with explanations that wrap everything up with a neat bow,But with a silence that sneaks in slowly,A silence that starts small, missed calls, shorter texts, longer gaps,Until one day, you realize it’s not silence anymore… it’s absence At first, you might find yourself scrolling through…
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“The Hidden Reason You Feel Stuckand How to Break Free”
Pain.It’s not something you can touch or see,but it’s something you feel.And, man, it’s so personal.So raw.So heavy.Yet, so many of us judge it.we judge the pain of others,we dismiss it,we don’t get it.And here’s the thing:you can never truly understand someone else’s painuntil you’ve lived through it yourself. I know it’s easy to look…
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“Walk in Their Shoes” Spoken Word Piece
Pain, it’s personal.So deeply personal, in fact,that no matter how much we want to understand,we can’t always feel it like they do.You see, it’s easy to judge,it’s easy to assume,it’s easy to dismiss someone else’s struggleswhen you haven’t lived them yourself.But here’s the truth,we can’t truly know someone’s journeyunless we’ve walked in their shoes. And…
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To Be Chosen First by walking shadow poetry
The pain became unbearable…and honestly, I didn’t see it coming.I thought I was strong.I thought I had it all together.But that day… something just broke. I went to pray, hoping to find peace.However, instead, I found tears I couldn’t hold back.I tried to distract myself,editing a video, pretending I was okay,but the weight was too…