Walking Shadow Poetry

Grow from what’s meant to kill you.

WALKING SHADOW POETRY

  • In this intense and powerful Battlefield, I don’t compete

    I don’t compete against anyone.My battlefield is not another person’s lane.My race is not their pace.I compete against my past—my old records,my forgotten dreams,the promises I whispered to myselfand never fulfilled. So I challenge me.I chase the version of myselfthat once felt impossible.I look up to those ahead of me,not with jealousybut with curiosity—learning from…

  • The strong reason why I am unmarried social being

    You keep asking me about marriage.As if love is a deadline.As if my life is latebecause it hasn’t followed your timetable. So let me answer you once.Not with anger.Not with excuses.Just with truth. I’m not afraid of marriage.I’m afraid of choosing the wrong kind of lovejust to satisfy noise. Marriage is a lifetime commitment,a covenant,and…

  •  “Let Me Tell You the Kind of Love I Want”

    Let me tell youthe kind of love I want. Not the loud kind.Not the one that hurts and then apologizes.Not the one that makes me feel like I’m too muchfor asking to be treated gently. I want a patient love.The kind that waits.The kind that doesn’t rush my healingor punish me for growing slowly. I…

  • To Everyone Who Made It to the End of 2025 successful

    A year was lived.And somehow, it was survived. Jobs were lost.Emails went unanswered.Doors were closed without explanations.Dreams were delayed, not because of laziness,but because life demanded survival first. Loved ones were lost.Parents were buried.Siblings were mourned.Friends were remembered through photos, voice notes, and silence.Chairs were left empty at tables that once felt full. Opportunities were…

  • THE STRONG POWERFUL ANCHOR STAR

    THE STRONG POWERFUL ANCHOR STAR

    The floorboards are still allowed to creak because of him.The story is proven to be unfinished by his bright, messy presence,even after another narrator dropped the pen and walked away. When his face is seen, impossible truth is revealed:Nothing is taken away from my life by his existence,but every quiet joy I never expected is…

  • The hidden power of alone time

    The hidden power of alone time

    I don’t compete against anyone.Not the people beside me,not the ones ahead of me,not the ones watching from a distance. The only person I’m racingis the version of myselfI promised I would become. I compete against my past recordsthe things I said I would achieveand never did,the dreams I postponed,the goals I buriedbecause life felt…

  • IT WAS EXTREMELY HARD BEING A 1ST BORN DAUGHTER.

    IT WAS EXTREMELY HARD BEING A 1ST BORN DAUGHTER.

    I grew up where the wind carried old stories,at my grandpa’s place,a home held together by love,even on the days when a meal was a prayerand breakfast was a blessing we hoped for,not something we expected. Childhood taught me lackbefore it taught me laughter.It taught me how to fold hunger into silence,how to pretend the…

  • AFRICA IS LOUD AND SILENT ON PAINFUL CASES

    AFRICA IS LOUD AND SILENT ON PAINFUL CASES

    They say Africa is loud,our drums, our laughter, our colors.Yet when certain wounds appear,the whole community is made quiet.Pain is pushed under rugs,and suffering is hidden in phrases like“Haya mambo ya familia.” Violence is kept close,shielded by culture,protected by silence. A boy is molested by the house help,but he is told he cannot be a…

  • Just a Boy smiling on the outside but bleeding inside.

    Just a Boy smiling on the outside but bleeding inside.

    I was just a boy…small hands, soft voice,trust as pure as morning light.But innocence can be stolen quietlyby the very people meant to protect it. She was older…a house help trusted in our home,trusted with me.But trust can become a weaponin the wrong hands. I didn’t have the languagefor what happened.Didn’t know how wrong it…