To my sister JustynLove And to those friends who stick closer than brothers, regardless of our flaws
When the sound of silence rocks your life like a hurricane, leaving you lost in thought, your mind a warzone cordoned off for the safety of the humans who might want to get in oblivious of what lies within
Sometimes we build the great wall of china around our brains, whose security is hightened by watchtowers in the horizon, all intended to shield us from the world without, and holding captive the thoughts within
She penetrated the wall with the bravery of David, wisdom of Solomon, strength of Samson and Boldness of Paul. She chose the hard way and let herself into the warzone, dodging bullets like ‘the matrix’, surviving the hit.
Can one enter a strong man’s house and plunder his goods without first binding the strong man? I wonder
Having bound the string man, the enemy lines are compromised. This opens the floodgates of dialogue which eventually blossoms into something beautiful like a butterfly coming out of chrysalis, geared up to take off
Many times people enter what we call our “safe space”, not knowing it never was safe, and that their entry makes it safer. I’m glad you breached the enemy lines and unknowingly restored my peace within.
By Martin N Kyaroki