Love Is Blind But Don’t Be Blind For Love

Love is a beautiful thing.
We all say that when we are in love.
But no one ever says what happens when one falls out of love.

This is my story.

He used to tell me that he loved me, I can’t help asking myself what happened.
I wish I knew this earlier so I would tell him to love or leave, Stay or go astray.
I always had hoped but there isn’t even a ray of light at the end of this tunnel.

Looking at the mirror, a 25-year-old in nothing but tears.
I wish the sadness would be reflected in the mirror so that I would show you how much my heart is shattered.
Hair scattered, swollen eyes and scars on my face.
A perfect opposite replacement of who I was a few months ago.

All happy dreams and visions remain illusions.
All missions missing at the back of my mind.
Brutal, harsh treatment from the ‘Love of life’ who changed to be the ‘Mistake of my Life’.
Every slap hits me back to reality.

Only two good things have come my way.
One is a blessing the other a blessing in disguise.
Olive who I live for is my first blessing.
The lessons I learnt are a blessing in disguise.
Love is blind but don’t be blind for love.

Sylvia Beatrice Wairimu

Sylvia Beatrice Wairimu is a Kenyan upcoming writer, an artist and an environmentalist.