Your reflection stared right back at you. Stoic pose, tired brown eyes and pale skin that had seen better days. The only sign of life being your lips that parted each time you said “I am happy”. You’d said it seven times already, you just have to get to twenty one and you’d be fine.Continue reading “It’s okay not to be okay.”
Tag Archives: Wallflower
Pretend it’s an enticing title
It was the year I bagged the degree that at one point threatened to take my life, and the year I finally let myself be held. It was also the year I struggled to find my footing. Having stumbled time and time again, fallen and grazed my knee, God sent His blessings as if toContinue reading “Pretend it’s an enticing title”
The thing about hope.
Hope is a good thing until it isn’t. For as long as I’ve existed, I’ve been told to keep hope alive. To believe that the challenges and uncertainty spiraling before me in present times are all part of a grand scheme, a bigger picture, a greater purpose and a profound success story. So when doubtContinue reading “The thing about hope.”
To quit or not to quit?
I quit. I packed my bag stuffed full of my favorite clothes and decided to leave. Enough was enough. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I just can’t look you in the face and tell another preachy lie. That’s why I’m quitting chronicles of a wallflower. When I started this blog I wanted to build aContinue reading “To quit or not to quit?”
Gratitude
Thank you. Thank you for clicking on this link whenever it appears on your screen. For reading these words and for making my effort count for something. I started this blog because I’ve always wanted to write, I’ve always wanted to tell stories that inspire, stories that make you feel seen, heard and challenged toContinue reading “Gratitude”
Healing and patience are lovers.
You sipped orange juice at the ball. Orange juice because there’s simply nothing more divine than the tears that the orange shed as you wring the life out of him. Orange tears? Pure bliss. The theme is white and brown for purity and reliability. There’s nothing pure about drinking orange tears though and nothing aboutContinue reading “Healing and patience are lovers.”
My man.Our man.
Sit a while with me dear friend, let me tell you about my lover. Our lover if I may. He’s unconventional, in the same manner that everything about me is. He excites me just as my fingers tingle whenever I write to you. He makes love to my mind. Slowly. Intentionally. With ease and caution,Continue reading “My man.Our man.”
How Should a Person be?
A person should know nothing of suppressions least you explode in a way that only confetti ought to.
The Genesis
In the beginning was a wallflower who decided that her story needed to be told.
Chronicles of a wallflower 