A woman I have come to know

This was writing after my reunion with my mother...almost 20 years not knowing of her existence I meet her for the first time

I resemble this woman who a few minutes ago was a stranger to me

My personality is just like hers and I don’t know how this is so?

Unbelievable are our similarities when a few minutes ago she was just a daydream

I've seen her in my dreams but I could not recognize her

I've seen her in my heart and yet I never met her in my mind

I've seen this woman before surely, as I feel I've known her in my past

My eyes are not familiar with her face but something in me says we've met before

My eyes have failed to notice her but my heart says otherwise

 

I resemble this woman who a few minutes ago was a stranger to me

They say she is my mother; she must be indeed as today I see her with my eyes

I can touch her, I can hug her, I can cry with her

Oh how much I've missed of her

I don’t know what to say to her ,am a mixture of overwhelming happiness and sadness

Should I be feeling this way?

Should I be feeling angry for missing out so much of each other’s lives instead?

 

Am in a whirlwind of emotions I cannot explain

This woman they say is my mother is gorgeous humble and loving

This woman yesterday was just a great thought in my head

Today this woman is my reality

 

My tears have been confused

Should they flow for hurt? Should they flow for frustration?

Should they flow for excitement? or Should they flow for loss?

Am outdone with my own emotions

Am crying with tears I do not understand

 

My Being has changed senselessly, my mind battles to make sense

With tears foreign to me, how do I distinguish my joy from my pain?

How do I tell apart my sorrow from my happiness?

How do I differentiate my frustrations from my relief?

How do I separate my excitements from my sadness?

How do I know what I feel when my own mind is confused?

How do I make out what I see when my own tears blur my sight?

 

I do not understand

Am strong but today I have been cracked into a million pieces

I am brave but today I fear for my purpose

I am outspoken but today my words have escaped me

I am calm but today I panic

Am frightened by my own reality

 

Tears why don’t you reveal to me why you flow?

Mind please reveal to me why I think this way?

This woman they say is my mother was dead now she lives

This woman they say is my mother has left me speechless in her presence

This woman they say is my mother I feel love for

This woman they say is my mother I call her MOM today!

 

By Odette Ntambara

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

I love the true, heart felt passion you expressed in every line. Your resentment and excitement mixed elegantly creating a mystery as to which the narrator would choose. There were a few lines where punctuation was inconsistent and a few phrases that seemed as if they were missing a word, such as I. Other than those small things, very well done. Thank you for sharing.

[Odette Ntambara]

Thanx...i will review and correct those little things soonest, much appreciated for spotting such.punctuation is very important after all

[Briana O'Connor]

My pleasure :D I enjoy reading your work! You have a great talent!

[kollaboratyve]

Passionate!!!!!!!!!!! lots of imagery this is an good piece for a spoken a word contest

[Odette Ntambara]

Appreciate your comment a lot...I may just enter it ;)

[Rosezelene Ersa]

Mixed emotion and garbled thoughts, somehow presented clearly and untangled.

This is written beautifully!

[Odette Ntambara]

Thank you so much for you comment and taking your time to read it