Posted in 30 days blogging challenge, Poetry

Poetry Collection

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?

Prompt 13- Nothing But Air

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.

Prompt 14- What my body knows

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

Prompt 15- When I close the door

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

Prompt 16- Inner Craving

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

Prompt 17- One Year

I thought this was the year where I lasted one year. But I guess better luck next time is more appropriate.

-m.e. 2020

Prompt 18- Belong to me

You belong to me,

And I to you,

Like two seeds in a pod,

Together we’ll never grow apart.

-m.e. 2020

Prompt 19: The Big Day

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

Posted in 30 days blogging challenge, Poetry

February Prompts – Day 3

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

Posted in Inspiration

The Portal

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There are certain things we know as true but still find it hard to accept. One of such is death. Everyone knows death is inevitable but still, it doesn’t cushion the blow when it happens.  Just recently I saw two pictures of young chaps who had passed on and it sent my mind reeling. I always thought I was at peace with death…but can one really be?  Continue reading “The Portal”

Posted in LTTD

Letters to the Depressed 2

If you’re reading this, then you probably read the first letter and you’re back as I asked. Or not. It’s just an assumption. I’ve been trying to write to you. But my cares and worries won’t let me. I’ve been trying to speak to you but my voice is muffled inside. I’ve been trying to reach you, to let you know this too shall pass. Well, it either passes or you pass from it.   Continue reading “Letters to the Depressed 2”

Posted in Fiction Fridays, Series

The Therapist- Sleepless Nights

Previously on the therapist…

By the time I got back home I was completely fagged out. I fell on my orthopedic bed with a loud thud and drifted to sleep. Was I asleep or was I awake? I don’t know anymore.

 I saw Richard while sleeping. He told me he was afraid to live. He said I should have allowed him drown. He had lost his wife and kids in a car accident and he was recently laid off from his job and couldn’t even pay his bills. He’s the only child of ‘only-child ‘ parents who had passed away a couple of years back. His wife was also orphaned and literally, he had no other family.

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 Amidst my tossing and turning, I opened an eyelid to notice my grandfather’s massive antique clock on the purple wall striking 3 AM. I must have slept because I closed my eyes at 11 PM or was it 12? I don’t know anymore. Turns out, I dream of things I’ve seen through the day. It’s no wonder I’ve been having insomnia for some years now. Who would sleep after hearing the horrendous stories shared everyday by clients?

Richard had been through a lot and death was pretty much his best option. Definitely not the only option. He complained that life had lost its meaning and he didn’t even know where to start from.

I think about death a lot lately. Sometimes I welcome it with open arms, other times I just ponder upon the power death wields. It takes anyone without a second thought. It turns its cold back to the ceaseless tears flowing upon the plain faces of loved ones.

When my spell began some few years back and I had an episode on my wedding day, I was pretty much ready to die. His parents didn’t allow him go ahead with the marriage. Heck! His face was as white as though he had seen a ghost. Maybe that’s when I cut all attachments and became a lone ranger. A loner at night but an ever listening, ever patient therapist at day.

You know how we often think we are the only ones experiencing the worst of situations? Every therapy session reveals otherwise. There’s always a worst story. Day after day, client after client, I’ve learned the untold evil that plagues the inhabitants of this planet. As selfish humans though, we get stuck up in our pool of despair that we fail to see the other person falling off the cliff.

I’ve been on medications for as long as I can remember but the best medication for me has been listening to other people’s pains and helping them get out of their heads. In the end, most of what we feel or experience is all in our heads. I get them out of their heads and do the job for them. Excessive thinking.

Maybe I make up for my pain by ensuring no one lives through it. I think I’m addicted to the pain. My pain has numbed me. No one should go through that.

Richard has to live. Even though I know suicide is an illusion of escape from the known world, I know the unknown world is not where Richard would like to be right now. It’s worse than this place. He won’t even be able to handle it. He blames me for not allowing him die that day and put an end to his misery. If only he knew, he would thank me for saving him from the afterlife.

Sometimes I wonder how something as cold as death emerges from a world as hot as hell. The known and unknown worlds. I wish I could completely figure those out. Turns out the books I’ve been reading on them leave me more confused.

It’s another sleepless night, I didn’t get the rest that was required of me. But I’ve got to get back to work. I’ve missed it. Maybe that’s because the work is all I’ve got to keep me sane.

©Mfon Etuk, 2016.