Dennessa Writes

 It's easier to relate with you, I don't feel the need to act a certain way, To have a certain " "... I feel at peace, and loved, and protected, yet... I am not in love. Maybe because I feel the need to be more, And if you're not asking for more, that should mean I am enough. But I've never felt like I was enough, so how do I reconcile? This love you have for me, It's consuming me, I should finally be content, Yet if I dare say, I'm ravenous, Your love is interesting to watch as it unfolds but, I'm not sure I want to see past the wrapping sheet.  It's easier to navigate through things with you, I don't need to act like I know where I'm headed. To pretend that I " " ... I feel at home, safe, and secure, yet... I am not in love. Maybe because I'm constantly searching, And if you aren't looking for something, it means you've found what you need. But, I've never felt like I was needed, so how do I reconcile? This l

 Slowly but surely the darned pandemic began to sneak into my providence too. The news reeked of loom, so I no longer turned it on. Yet, all I wanted to do was call you, and I didn't believe it when you sent the message... it was a two liner, yet this was the reply I wanted to give    Dear You,     I've missed you, so darn much. How are you? What does it feel like being away from family right now? How are you feeding? Do you need me in anyway? Did I say I miss you, because I do. And yeah I love you immensely.   Yet, after so long a time waiting for you to reach me, I found myself leaving you on read. 

 Oh poor me!!! My children look at me with disdain They're eager to forget our fight for freedom Oh poor me!!! My children have taken turns to rape me They've taken their knives and scarred me Oh poor me!!! Those who should cater for their wounded mother are appalled by the sight of her They plot evil against her Oh poor me!!! My children pander with new mothers Who's the savior that'll save me? Oh poor me!!! My once fertile land is almost barren My emptiness is an outcry to mothers like me Oh poor me!!! A giant that is no longer tall The dwarfs now cast me as lot Oh poor me!!! I'm indebted to all and sundry Each looking for a way to own me But... I'm still standing, though I stand with a slouch I'm still moving, even though I stagger throughout  I'm still expectant though I've been termed sterile The children I'll yet birth will be better than the ones who drove me to the ground.