Tag: walkingshadowpoetrykenya
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PASTOR’S KID.
In the church’s shadow, I was the pastor’s child, In the pews, my secrets quietly compiled. With a gentle hush, my lips were sealed, Amidst childhood’s traumas, my heart concealed. In Sunday’s grace, we all would pray, But I carried burdens day by day. The mask I wore, so tightly sealed, Hid the wounds that…
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HARMONY OF HOPE.
In Kenya’s soil, seeds of change, Tilling fields, a transformation range. Farmers toil, sweat on their brow, Harvests plentiful, dreams avow. From Nairobi’s streets to Mombasa’s shore, Commerce thrives, an open door. Trade routes bustling, East to West, Economic winds, a mighty crest. Investment flows, both near and far, Infrastructure rising, a guiding star. Bridges…
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Unsealed Lips.
In childhood’s land, where secrets kept, My lips are sealed, the tears I wept. In shadows deep, my heart confined, A tale of wounds, a troubled mind. The playground’s laughter, skies so bright, Yet hidden battles, out of sight. My lips are sealed, they dare not speak, Of scars that linger, wounds so deep. Innocence…
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ALEX.
Once upon a time, in a small town filled with dreams and aspirations, there lived a teenager named Alex. Alex was a talented artist with a passion for painting, but a dark cloud loomed over their life – addiction. It all started innocently enough. Alex had a group of friends who experimented with drugs and…
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STAR IN THE DARK.
In a world that often feels like a race,We compare ourselves, our hearts we chase.But beauty lies in our unique design,In our quirks and flaws, that’s what makes us shine. When others seem to have it all,Remember, behind the facade, they too may fall.No one is perfect, we all have our fears,It’s okay to stumble,…
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HERO SYNDROME.
In a world full of noise, where heroes are made,Sometimes we forget, we’re just in our own shade.Hero syndrome, it’s called, when we think we’re the one,Who can fix every problem, until the day is done. We rush to the rescue, without a second thought,Ignoring our own needs, thinking we’re all we’ve got.But deep down…
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A Letter to me.
In the mirror, I see me, yeah Me,Just who I am, nothing more to be.But wait, there’s more, I must believe,In myself, I’ll find what I achieve. In the mirror I make this declaration, A Simple but a very powerful confession. Some days are tough, I feel so small,But deep inside, I stand tall.Declaring I’m…

