My face hit the hard floor in one quick sweep,
My skin was bruised as I lay there, wondering what happened.
I didn’t expect what happened next..
I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders,
Knee bones boring holes in my back,
Jostling breath out of my lungs.
I tried to hold still,
Perhaps, if I didn’t move, maybe he’d let me live.
But he wasn’t going to budge.
I feel the palpitations in my chest,
The shortness of breath,
The spiraling of my mind,
The trembling of my body,
As I’m faced with daunting tasks.
Anxiety sucks
m.e.2020
I watched the sunrise today.
It was dressed in red.
It rose gently, majestically,
Piercing through greyish-blue skies.
It rose over the waters—
the deep green water with patches of plants and fishermen lazily paddling across.
I watched the sunrise today,
And it reminded me,
That it was okay to be me.
The sun didn’t have to fit in with the sky.
It didn’t have to reflect the waters down below.
It was just the sun—beautiful, bold and bright.
Don’t be afraid to shine today.
-m.e.2020
Hey guys! So I started February with a writing prompt challenge. Unfortunately I didn’t go through each day as I would have. So thank God for March! Let’s do a prompt marathon! You ready?
As you walked out of the door,
You took with you all of your belongings,
Leaving me with nothing but air…
But sometimes,
Air is all you need to start again.
-m.e. 2020.
The knife strokes that design my skin,
The injection holes that match my pores,
The blood from the cuts I punish my skin with—
My body knows that some days I love it. On full moons perhaps,
And on other days, it reminds me,
Of all my mistakes,
And no wound is enough to erase it.
-m.e. 2020
Guard your heart with all diligence…
And so I did.
Closed the door,
Tossed away the key.
For out of it are the issues of life and death…
The battle continues between life and death
I don’t know which is winning.
When I close the door,
I hear voices,
One says choose life and live,
But the other louder one screams death with the voice of my inner demon—Fear.
-m.e. 2020
I crave conversations —deep meaningful conversations about life, death, upbringing, fears…
I crave breakfast dates in vintage spaces, while talking about a book, movie or the lyrics of a song that meant something.
I crave a travel buddy, an extra pair of eyes to see the world with me. To see the bewilderment across his face as we come face to face with pure artistry of the Master.
I crave connection; a mix of chemistry and psychology with an ounce of honesty mixed with vulnerability. I crave for something real, tangible, and never to be forgotten. Not even in eternity.
-m.e. 2020
I thought this was the year where I lasted one year. But I guess better luck next time is more appropriate.
-m.e. 2020
You belong to me,
And I to you,
Like two seeds in a pod,
Together we’ll never grow apart.
-m.e. 2020
The day the groom returns for the bride,
The day the trumpets serenade us,
The day when gravity has no hold on us,
The day when the dead are living,
The day when we’ll finally see face to face,
And this mystery will be no more…
I long for that big day,
Like a bride in her wedding dress longing to see her groom.
-m.e. 2020
I tell them ‘I’m fine’,
So they don’t see the trail of mascara carried away by strong currents of tears.
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And when we build our homes, may we make it a fortress against the hardships of life. May we drop all our troubles from the day at the doormat. And may we be welcomed with all the love and joy that makes us wanna live another day. -Mfon Etuk, 2020
Looking for you
The night fell upon me,
It seized every glimmer of light in me,
My joy ceased,
I became a shadow,
Fitting perfectly in the dark.
The night fell upon me,
My words broke down into whispers,
Fear shrouded my little heart,
I prayed for death to seal the deal,
Hope fleeted in the cold wind.
In the darkest of night,
You held my silver tears in your nail pierced hands,
You drew me close even when every one was distant,
You heard my whispers in the dark,
And you answered them.
-Mfon Etuk, 2020
Dainty M. 