31 days of poetry
As December was approaching, there was an urge to do something more. Something that wouldn’t put me under immense pressure and something that I loved doing.I love writing, I love poetry, it makes my heart sing, truly makes my heart sing. So for the month of December, I decided to publish a poem a day. If you’re not on Instagram, don’t worry I will be posting the daily poems on a weekly basis on the blog every Tuesday so you don’t miss out, make sure to subscribe to my e-mail list to stay updated.
I swallowed your words like they were my last meal on earth. I licked my lips after tasting them. Wanting more not long after I had finished feasting on your intellect. I was full of words to ponder on for the rest of my life. Full of new revelations being formed within me. Just waiting to be brought to life, reincarnated into a new being. Equipped to conquer the world.
Day 3/31
— Maame Marion
What is your love language?
Mine is words of affirmation. Words have the power to break and build, we have all experienced it one way or the other. Some of us are immune against certain words and have a I don’t care attitude, others act like they don’t care and end up crying in the corner. Some feel the words on another dimension, they feel them in the most intense way. I consider myself to be the latter. Ever since I was a little girl, words mattered to me. What someone said to me and about me, how they said it made me feel more secure around them or try to avoid them by all means necessary.
Now, as an adult, I find it important to hear certain words that lift me up, encourage me, feed me the right food and not feed me poison. Talk to me nice, and you will see me unfold right in front of you.
The mistake I made most of the time, was I was expecting others to say nice things to me, encourage and uplift me. If they didn’t, I felt down and alone and also in a strange way; not worthy. Funny how much power we are willing to hand over to other people and how we belittle ourselves in the process.
It is no wonder that I love playing with words because I hold words to such a high esteem right? So again I ask: what is your love language?
Love,
Maame