Insight of a Kenyan Girl

The wavering shadows and the relentless rain have marred this endless wait,
A dream once held so close, now slipping away, leaving only questions.
Who was I waiting for, and why do my worries sit so heavy on this inkstone?
It’s a painful struggle, this heart of mine that burns with the ache of remembering.
I once relied on you, shared in the suffering, and together we endured the vast sea of pain.
Yet, for you, I would leap, throwing myself into the depths of it all.
Dyeing the love I’ve borne in silence with the color of bleeding red,
While in this ostentatious and hollow world, weapons and warhorses have driven us away from life itself.
Our story, like smoke dissolving into the air, like petals falling to the earth,
Evaporates into the unforgiving winds of snow and sand.
Every fading brushstroke becomes a memory of you, and yet, how can I ever sever this bond?
Unwinding this attachment, fulfilling the long-cherished wish for freedom,
But the heart—oh, the heart refuses to let go.

As dusk falls, I find myself gazing at the dying light of the horizon.
Your face, once so vivid, now appears faintly in the shadows of my mind.
It can’t be helped that sentiment swells as memories resurface—
I sigh, reminiscing the joy we shared, the moments that once felt endless.
The night is still young, yet so many stars fall quietly into my eyes,
Soft and gentle, like the light I once felt in your presence.
The wind picks up, scattering the candlelight, but there’s no one left to witness its dance.
Only the petals flutter in the breeze, and I—
I gather the remnants of our past, weaving a beautiful dream from fragments of what was.
Perhaps, in the end, an illusion will hurt more than reality ever could,
But what’s wrong with fake happiness, when no one remains to share it with me?

You were once my fortress, shielding me from the weight of all my sorrows.
Now, the western wind has stilled, and my old friends are but memories,
Leaving me, banished by love, trapped in the center of my own tears.
I remove my cloak of despair, swallowing my sorrow, and don the mask of joy,
Waiting for you to return, to raise your armor against the cruelty of life.
But time flows on, and the past can never be contained—it takes flight.
And though you may escape these sentiments,
I remain anchored in their pull.

The sky is clear, and the view before me is still,
Yet my heart is adrift, as the boat sails past an empty harbor,
Feeding the loneliness that gnaws at me from within.
Frost falls upon the barren land, heavy with unshed tears.
Who cast my sun down from the sky?
It was your face—your absence—that snuffed out my light.
I drift aimlessly, untethered, lost in the desolation you left behind.
I long to dive deep into the sea of memories, searching for your face,
For only you were my heaven.