Tuesday, 23 February 2021

Dear 2021

 Dear  2021

You are finally here, funny enough i do not  remember thinking of you and putting concrete plans for you on paper. I do not remember setting what i want you to be like for me, years go by that easily always , but 2021 you proved different, first you started with passion then love and now work. Respectively, had if i had seen you coming i would have cried less and lived more, had i heard you coming i would have streched with joy more instead of crouching in sadness. Is it bizarre that the most difficult of years in this generation is my one of my happiest years? Be it or not, it still is my year. 

You walked into my life with so many uncertainties and heavily weighing down troubles. I stand before you with my battered and shattered esteem. My physique slouched and head some what down cast. A smile here and there to fool the humans. 2021 you come with a beautiful breeze, a sense of refreshment and re-birth. First you remind of the dream of dancing around as a little ballerina, then you colour my world with a beautiful film amidst all that you award me joy in my lonesome state. 

You are truly a dream come true. It is my twenty-fifth year of life on earth and it feels like i am only beginning to live now,  yes community norms do come in once in a while, but those can only imprison me, so i chose to focus on you 2021. looking deep into you i see so much light, too much to bear, the closer i look the brighter it becomes, had i known you were this beautiful to me, i would have danced longer in the rain. 

You are celebrating, Its  an exquisite jubilee. Standing still before you i observe your growing flowers, their stem strong and flexible enough to take the form of my body. I see her, I see the woman you want to receive. Brilliant! I think to myself, could this be what freedom feels like? . 

You are beginning to look like Jeremiah 29:11. Your conduct reads Psalm 23, your breeze like that of Proverbs 3:5, your freshness like Isaiah 40:31, your mystery like 1 Samuel 15: 22-23, your focus like 2 Peter 3:9. 

You Are beginning to reveal yourself, i am puzzled and marveled, starring deep i feel the gift is being handed to me. 

2021 - Breath !!

Thank you Jesus 

Friday, 21 February 2020

I felt it, i wrote it, i spoke it and i let it go!

Bricks upon my shaky foundation
I loved  so much that I ignored the truth
I waited for release yet the court ruling was life sentence
I loved enough to for backs to be turned against me
I gave all and in return I received dust

Behold! I remembered
Love be bought not
Remain there not my heart
Love was pierced for you
Settle not in shallow
Love chose you when you fled from it
I found love
That was always there
Unfailing love
Unwavering love
Unstoppable love
Unrelenting love
Unexplainable love
Unquenchable love
Incomparable love
Overwhelming love

That Is summed up in one
Hashem!!
Holy Spirit!!
Jesus Christ!!

Mitney Mitch


Chambers of Absence


Lost deep within,
Right in the chambers of my house,
I miss her.
I hear her voice echoing through the walls,
Singing songs whose lyrics slip from my grasp.
It is dark and empty without her;
Windows wide open, curtains billowing.
Everything feels frail and dull without her.

So close,
So near,
Yet so achingly far
Just out of reach.

Lost deep within,
She is blind to my sight,
Deaf to my call;
A shadow in my quest.

So far,
So much further,
Yet still in my heart's embrace.
I miss her.

A deep longing pierces
My hollow frame,
The cavity's vacuum
Grows deeper and wider.

On the staircase, I spot stains of crimson,
Marking my ever-so-perfect carpet of pretense
And forced smiles.
Everything is crumbling,
Right before
Right within.

Lost deep within,
I fear she might fade in these shadows.
Help me search for her;
Help me love her enough
For her to show her face.

I miss her.
I’ve missed her too many times.
I don’t want to miss her again;
I want to have her.


Mitney Mitch


Monday, 12 August 2019

W O M E N


Wonderous and woven

Open heart

Mesmirisingly beautiful inside out

Extensively sensible and extricate 

Notable and Nimble

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