Shiey poetry

 Mine future husband , my words stretch out to you , you who are possibly a stranger , miles away in some foreign land or maybe not that far , no one can tell . but that is what makes us beautiful , right? The thought that our story is yet to be written . A preparation , not for perfection but so we will fit just right . The thought that our story will start from two imperfect humans to a unity so deep , strengthened by God's grace .  Mine perfect stranger , my name is Shiey Wambura , a few others call me Mary but I wouldn't mind if you picked a name just you can call me . I am a little messy around people and could pass for an introvert but you'll come to realize that an ambivert fits better , when I'm not hiding  from human intrusion in my little space with more books than furniture I  am the noise and you will hear my loud laughter and my unapologetic raspy voice , my dark humor , kind ways and open heart.  You should know that my heart has been broken a few ...

"The ruins of a castle " why this title ? Initially I didn't know , I guess I just loved the sound of it .  I'd meant for this to be a title to some writing competition we were planning , we , part of a writer's club founded by my friend Suki . Sad that was never to be for reasons beyond our control .  You see , everyone has strengths they are not aware of 'till this strength is shaken and you realize it means a great deal . "The ruins of a castle" I still don't know why I picked this title , maybe because it speaks to me .  Maybe because it describes my soul , maybe because I had developed some kind of connection to writers in the club and my heart broke a little when I could no longer get pieces from them each week , pieces that describe them and the beauty of knowing someone through a pen and paper ,, maybe because this messed my mind up a little and I could no longer write anything and I felt as if I had lost a piece of me . Maybe because I w...