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poetry-with-alisha · 8 months

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Today, I welcomed a blessing with a heart full of love.

I exchanged laughter with children today, seven year olds. It felt as if God had surrounded me with so many tiny fragments of his huge heart, as a reward for I don't know what. I felt it in their gorgeous smiles, their really small hands, the tone they spoke in, the way they spoke to me, the childish aspect of their voices, the innocence that painted their faces, the love that pervaded their voices when they said, "Thank you didi" because I gave them flowers.

I had flowers I had plucked earlier from the side of the school's park, a small bouquet of wildflowers, actually, in yellow, light pink, dark pink, white, another yellow.

I planned on giving it to my mother if it stayed fresh till I got home. I couldn't :(

I asked a girl which flower she wanted.

"White!" she said.

Her eyes lit up as she eyed the white wildflower in my fingers.

I handed it over and the "Thank you didi!" she enthusiastically exclaimed with, melted me into a pool of lively happiness.

I sat with the kids for fifteen minutes and believe me when I say that I felt so alive, so surrounded by love, innocence and purity, after so long, i mean the worst thing they had ever done was having chewing gum, they said.

Their energies were so contagious. My heart was full of ectasy long after they went back to classes.

I sat in MY class, smiling.

Before we went our own ways, the kids bid me goodbye, not a mundane one, but a yell.

Standing a metre away, they saw me and my friends leaving and they waved their hands with an energy I didn't know I was worthy of.

It was absolutely golden- the life l lived in those fifteen minutes, gorgeously golden, and full of sunshiney little souls I love so much.

Me and my friends left, picking flowers on the way because yes, we're obsessed, and I walked around with a magnificient magenta wildflower in my long brown braided hair for the rest of the day.

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poetry-with-alisha · 1 year

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"The marks and curves that build you

Are perfect as long as you shower them with the love they deserve

Because they're nothing less than craters of the moon"

Working out with an intention of looking a certain way, with a certain measure of waist or to get a flat stomach- is honestly unhealthy, because your body isn't meant to look a certain way, it isn't meant to be like others' and that's one of the reasons why it's beautiful- it's yours and yours only. It is so perfect as long as you love it and be the barrier between 'what other people think' and the love you have for you. Because, what other people think is simply what other people think, nothing less, and definitely not anything more...

Your body works so hard to keep you alive, every single cell of it, so the gratitude and love for it should be felt, cuz it deserves that much.