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I am a therapist, visual artist, energy healer based in Kenya for now. I wrote poems about the end of the world in my early twenties. I'm returning back to PoemHunter after 10 years, and I'm now writing about queerness, queer love, friendship, peace and purpose.)

The Best Poem Of Jahera The Great

Love Was Found.

Finally
I found true love
The kind I thought was far-fetched

I found it
Or it found me.
Does it really matter?

One long, sweaty afternoon
As I was abiding by a lonesome routine
Seeking redemption in the very things that tore me apart
My wanderlust, pulling me deeper into the tunnel
And effort was...well, what effort?

I feared losing the arms that were pulling me deeper into the water
And I knew... I bloody knew
That the love I sought laid somewhere on the shore,
away from the illicit water
But willingness to move was severely lacking
The voices became more audible
Holding a tough contest in my head
With every sip..sometimes gulp,
every enormous puff of smoke, I heard,
'Lose the mask, woman! '

'You cannot.You need it;
the charade
the highness
the depression
the decomposing self-esteem,
you need it all.
You'd be nothing without the mask
You'd be zero.'
Another assured

I would laugh
Real sad laughs
Then I would disappear into the bathroom
an hour o' two.
Someone would ask and I would say
What soap do you have in there?
I think I got some of it in my eyes.
Then I would laugh again
And bow to the latter voice.

He found me
One miserable day
When eyes were bloodshot
And I had run out of tears
When suicidal ideations were palatable
And sadness O too palpable
He found me-I heard Him say,
O woman,
Are you not tired?
Haven't you had enough?
Because I am tired of watching you try
To kill everything I know you can be

Just like that, I arose
Because He had demanded so
And the bottles I lost
the ashtrays, I needed no more
So I washed my body so clean I
Felt as new as a baby
Dropped the pre-salvation mask
And I forgave myself
Decided to show me.
All He had wished I would be.

Much was lost...
Much was
But not His love, no.

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