black ballerina, image from Etsy.

. . . I want to kiss you, but I find emptiness. . .,

I hold your face in my hands, look into your eyes, trying to find her, instead I see emptiness. . .

Gele painting by Gbenga Orimoloye, from Pinterest.

Where is she my love, . . . Where have you hidden my woman of valor, my woman of remorse, my woman of feeling,

Where have you hidden my hardworking woman, my woman of passion, my woman of strength, . . . Or was she never there?

Painting by Viktorija lapteva, downloaded from Pinterest

I miss my woman. . .

I doubt my woman. . .

All is empty,

Your words are empty, your laugh full of malice, your eyes full of craft.

I can no longer see my woman. . . When I look at you, I start to doubt if there was really ‘my woman’ . . .or was I reflecting my own ideals into empty eyes.

Yet my heart still bleeds for the woman I believed there was. . . As I look at you through my rose colored glasses. . .

By Ruth Mgendi

I have an appreciation for words, the power words have to uplift, build, create, without words we would not be able to convey intent or meaning to each other.

I am also a legal researcher, lover of comics, art, color, stories, adventure and beauty. Above all I appreciate and respect life, the body, the mind and the soul.
I seek a higher connectivity and understanding of the co-existence between these three parts of life and hope to share this journey with any other learner.
I hope this forum will be interactive, positive and above all I hope it adds value in some way to those that read and interact.

Hope Nyambura is my attempt at a pen name, so. . . indulge my pink and golden bubble :-)

Thank you!

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