Have you got to the point where you think you don’t know who you are? Were your line of questions are: where am I? Who am I? What do I do? Who would I be? Well these questions are legit. But aren’t you just seeking answers to questions you know already? But just needed an assurance or let’s say an excuse, so you can say someone said?
Someone said this, someone said that. Someone said you can achieve that. Someone said, you can’t let go unless you let in. someone said, life is ridiculous so you have to be the clown. Someone said, life is too short so don’t grow any taller than you are now. Wow! These are deadly times, sorry if you think I intended that rhyme.
Have you ever been at that point before, have you ever counted and left out the number four? Are you waiting to be on all fours before you do something? That one thing you think would be a clue that would lead you to answer all those questions?
Do you sometimes cry about it? Do you fall right on your face and whisper to yourself how a disgrace you have been to your name? Where you wish they would be washed away with those tears of yours. Am I talking too much? Or should I say am typing too many words which are not making any sense?
Now allow me to pep talk you into that space that would make you see life in two ways, like the artist and the empty blank canvas. Now the clue: imagine your life as the canvas. is it blank? Yes, is it useless no? Its emptiness is its strength, like a magician his greatest trick lies within his clinched fist. Now you see me. On that emptiness you draw from your imagination. And in that world anything is possible. So I ask are you lost. Do you feel your world is way worse than the Wild West? Now tell me, were do you want to be? Draw it. What do you want to see? Imagine it.
You are the artist you are the inspiration. You are the one to draw, you are the one. Pick up the brush start painting something. Be that space that makes way for that change give yourself that chance, Like “Rango” no man leaves his story. Now let all saints say Amen.
A POEM WRITTEN BY NYAMEYE SKY