By Maggie Gwangwa
Quiet desperation is the silence between desire and the courage to act.
She gathered the fullness of her dress by the hem,
draped it over her wrist and said “I am done!”
I watched her walk away, and wished that I could do the same
She walked away unapologetically, without guilt or shame
I watched her exposed back arch with confidence
Her shoulder blades looking back like a riot squad
Resolute and strong.
The distance between where I was seated and her march into freedom
Was a languorous indecisiveness between wanting to latch myself onto her arm
And tasting freedom together, and the arresting feeling of a sense of
Responsibilities that would be in peril if I chose to jump ship
I was frozen, bewildered
Doused in bitter herbs
I was in quiet desperation!
I settled into a warm bath of quiet quitting
Lit scented candles, incense and caressed my burnout
The hesitation writhed me into a fetus position
Tethered me to a sack of murky water.
“I am done.”
“I am Done!”
“I AM DONE.”
I uttered the words and my throat burned.
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When her pens is down and designer software are closed, she enjoys casual time with her husband and young son, or journaling in quiet corners. For Maggie, creativity is a cathartic exercise that relieves the pressure of the unpredictable realities of life. It is a craft that is to be both admired and esteemed highly. The mind holds conscious and subconscious ideas to which the artist is but a portal between the realities of the physical and supernatural. She is entrusted to give meaning and form to the infinity of her ideas, with guide from the muses, and respect for the work which she is but a vessel of.
Her personal ethos: “What is meant to be mine, will find me.”
Current reading list: The Absorbent Mind and The Girl With The Louding Voice