Posted in Poetry, Truth Series

Soul of the Voiceless

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.

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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”