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Zuki Mar 2021
Diving into something new meant diving ... into you. Into unknown waters that don't promise any kind of survival , so learning how to swim. Learning how to bring my head above water again and allowing myself to breathe.

You see... I didn't know that I was holding onto my breath until I had to dive into myself, until I had to realize life is not worth living if one has to focus on how many breathes they take.

But diving into you , isn't about taking a breath but allowing the air to just flow. Allowing it to consume me entirely until I'm floating ...above water , above everything that I held myself back from being.

you see, I felt like I was swimming my whole life , not floating just swimming. Finding new and scarier waters that would take me under , so I learnt my head up just enough to breathe.

But diving , into you is a whole new territory. It is as if those muscles that were built from swimming no longer need to be put into use because now , I can just float.

you see , diving into you means diving into myself , it showed that there are still parts that are drowning , there are still parts of me that I have been drowning , with water that was not good for my consumption but only realized when I finally allowed myself to float , when I finally decided to let myself go and just be.

If I let myself float , I fear that I will forget how to swim but one doesn't forget how to swim ,they just find themselves in new waters , waters where it is more difficult to hide , but not needing too. She just came into terms with that.

Diving into means , allowing myself to feel again without letting the pain that I have endured be used as an anchor around my ankle. You see I have learnt how to swim up with it , not wanting to take it off because that would mean diving into myself. now that I know how it feels like to take off that anchor... I refuse to put it back on.

you see , Life is about diving ... into the unknown, into you , into most importantly myself. As I found out that diving isn't scary anymore because the waters were still.

I am the still, I am the calm but at the same time I can bring the storm. I am capable of destruction but can also be a beautiful reflection of the sunset. so I decided to dive even more. Because now ...it doesn't feel like drowning .
it took a long time for me to publish it because finishing this has been hard the past couple of weeks. I really hope this helps people in all walks in life that life is about diving into the unknown , that unpredictability happens , but not to let it consume you , and just learn to float at the same time not forgetting how to swim when you feel like you are drifting off.

Thank you <3
Zuki Nov 2020
I wanted to feel like I wasn't giving up a part of me to build someone else... I wanted
To feel as if the breathe in my lungs weren't trapped trying to find an escape but instead chose to make my chest their home...
I wanted.... I wanted you for me... And me for you. For two souls to combine as if holding onto each other was our only option.. As if no other place could hold our kind of love in place.

For you to love me and for me to hold you
I wanted... To feel like loving you wasn't me being at war with myself.. Like I denied all the parts that made me feel whole because somehow I craved the kind of love you were giving.. The kind of love that made me feel everyday was a fight to keep it. I.. I thought that fighting these battles would help me win this war.  But the battles got harder to fight... We... We were losing these wars.

I wanted .. The fairlytale... For you to be my home, for myself to be able to live within you, to feel safe. For you to carry me through the darkest times.. For you to be the light... For you to be my sun, But nighttime always came... It became long winter nights and short winter days. I kept myself warm thinking that it was the warmth that you provided.  You made me believe that it was the warmth that you provided... That I was in fact the one leaving you cold.

I wanted... For you to stop treating me like your problems stemmed from loving me... Like you weren't the roots that tried to feed itself from this barren soil. As if you didn't know that this soil hadn't been touched for months...hoping that one day the rain would come and soften it... Ready for new roots... This soil only learnt how to hold you and not how to keep you alive ... It died. We both did .. The love that grew from this soil had no fertile ground to grow anymore.

I wanted... To love myself more, so that I wouldn't have given so much of myself loving you... Loving the parts of yourself that you tried to hide from me.. Not try to hide but tried to lie about to me... As if I couldn't see you.. As if I was the one who wasn't experiencing you.. As if those parts that I tried to love, you were ashamed of.

I wanted... More.... But didn't think I deserved it... Because everyday turned into a fight that made me turn against myself.. Losing all of myself hoping you would find me. But how? You couldn't even find you. You got so lost that my very existence reminded you of the all that you had yet to achieve... Like the map had a part cut off only showing you how much you had to go not how much you had left to go..you forgot that you weren't the only passenger on that ship. You... Led me away from myself... To steer you.

I wanted... To let go of you. Because  I realised that I meant more to myself than you ever did . That this heart has the ability to love any pain away! That this smile has the ability to light even the darkest of room... That my strength... Goes far beyond than just loving you... That I am worth loving too
I wanted myself. That's all. To be whole, to be happy and to be loved... Loving you was never enough.
I kept wanting.... You kept taking....my wanting went from wanted until wanting you.. Was no longer what I wanted.
Recently went through something and I hope that this helps another person ❤️
Zuki Mar 2020
My inner ****** being is a white tiger ...as fierce , as strong as rare ...she hides behind the shadows ...behind a mask that shows her as calm ... but we know she’s not

My inner ****** being makes a mockery from the chains that society tried to tie us down with! Not allowing this feminine body , this strong feminine body  to be free ! To do whatever she wants without worrying about becoming prey ...

My inner ****** being ...s name is Victoria...because she’s a secret ...she only comes at the late hours of the night after much as been done to get her there to be able to release a part of herself that was unseen  ... she puffed and stepped into a whole new being

My inner ****** being....is nothing like how I am ...I am not there yet as a person ... I’m avoiding all touch because of the hurt I still carry, shaking the very essence of what makes me woman ..  ...through doing the same **** sooo Victoria comes through for me at that moment in case I need , I mean you need to hit her up

My inner ****** being ...is a good matchstick to light the fireworks that are about to blow inside of you ... inside of me , that find me breathing quickly right before our lips touch for the first time ...I am your inner lust hunger and thirst when I walk in with such energy ...I’m your craving

My inner ****** being is passionate...she lights up your skin with just one touch exposing you to feelings that you’ve never felt before , a soft touch ... cool brush ...electricity flowing through your veins.

My inner ****** being is on break now ... she’s tired of exposing herself and getting played ...as if the parts that she gave weren’t magical ...the magic ran  ...off getting burnt off the electricity that she created ...

My inner ****** being is unknown right now she has shut down and ran her course , she has gone through lust and heartaches , love and heartbreaks ...it’s time we move to a new level of understanding where we love ourselves first...where we are the important parts of our own lives...we are the hero ...we don’t need my inner ****** being
This is my first time in a long time publishing... just to basically put what I’ve been going.through at the time I went  MIA ... I’m hoping  many of you can relate to it and be able to see yourself in this situation... it is of course a journey where we find in the end that ... actually has an optimistic outcome ...❤️ I hope you enjoy it

Xox
Sihle🌹
Zuki Sep 2019
ENOUGH
I AM ENOUGH!
BUT WAS NEVER ENOUGH FOR YOU!
It was 2011, walking into a new world of my life …High school bright eyed, long skirt waving at her knees, the world was her oyster…at least that is what they told her …she smiled the kind of smile that puts the hum in a humming birds heart …she did not realise that humming birds do not last long in the wild …you see, this is the story of a hopeful girl turned cold turned strong…
The girl grabbed her by the hand and introduced her to a world that she would get to know all to wall
She smiled, after she asked me to carry her bag to class thinking that this one favour would place her in the good graces of those who ran this kingdom we call life
she understood when her invitation didn’t show up at my door after serving them so well as if the ground was not far enough to sink down too, when everything around her told her to work harder, to pull their pants up…to take it , “ we were just joking” she cried at home wondering how she can stop being the clown…she changed that day
She was me
She never knew how much I carried until carrying was the only thing I seemed to do
Never knew how much I cried till I used my smile to hide it
I didn’t want to be myself, because myself was a disappointment to everyone…myself? Was not the status quo! Myself? Was the girl in the library, the girl with bushy hair and round glasses the girl the girl who well, who was not good enough…who was never anyone’s first option …who was not her own first option…

You see …I made your pain more important than mine … a characteristic that I carried with me ….another thing I carried …as if each of the tears that fell from you filled my cup until there was no longer space for mine…
As if holding onto to your pain made the friendship stronger
She looked me in the eye and said, “we cannot be friends…you are too much “
I held onto that for too long… but now I say
Well….I AM ENOUGH!
As in you are not my problem
As in I am not yours
As in the hooks you sent to save me actually pierced my heart so I built a wall and decided to be its own guard
Nor is your battle mine to fight because by being my own guard I realised that I am very much capable of saving myself
Nor does it make me weak for choosing myself because honey tapping out doesn’t make you any less of a champion …it just means I refuse to leave broken
I AM ENOUGH
I looked for every excuse to hold onto you but didn’t realise that the chain holding us together was leaving marks
That my skin still battered from empty promises and unhealed scars, scars that you were never sorry for
I AM ENOUGH
I tell myself after another invite fails to show at my door
I AM ENOUGH
After my body grows tired to make sure you get rest
I AM ENOUGH
After every letter written, every night worrying, every day piecing myself together, every afternoon listening
I AM ENOUGH
After I was told that I would not make it
I AM ENOUGH
After my body was seen as something of disgust
To that girl, you long skirt was a symbol of the scars that you hid …telling yourself that you are ok!
That smile will come again with hopes that no pain lies behind it …little girl the ideas that flow through your head is not a dream but a soon to be reality you carry the answers in your hand just let go and grab onto something that resembles the light
Little girl, your smile is used to awaken the joy in other people going through the same things
Little girl, I am sorry …that your spirit had to be broken down so that the pieces that came from it was used to fix someone else
Little girl…you are enough, you are your own hero, your own shoulder to cry on, your own pillar of strength because FROM NOW ON! THE SUN WILL RISE AND SET BECAUSE OF YOU
YOU ARE NOT JUST ENOUGH!
YOU ARE WAY MORE!!!
Zuki Dec 2018
Breathe
And the breathe left my lungs and I tried to explain what it felt like to hold it in fear of crying

She , stuck in her own hurricane of thoughts surrounded by the very same air that was supposed to give her life...it now left her damaged...a bay with broken homes and ***** streets

She kept it in for as long as she could hoping that keeping it in would stop the tears

It didn’t
Hoping letting it out would allow her to breathe again
It didn’t
Maybe if she closed her eyes and let the air out slowly the body wouldn’t notice her living again...it did
I wanted to be someone who turned her breath into a storm of word ...her sentences would then form the lightning that struck in the darkest rooms
Her statements would form  the thunder that shook the evil and well her words would be the rain that cleanses ...instead she still holds her breath hoping and praying to one day let it go
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