My soul was withered within me
Emotions drowned me
My smile faded like the sun at sunset,
Skin and bones was all I was,
Shadow of death,
I lay in.
Day 11: What saved me
Tag: help
Trapped
Trapped.
To be held against one’s will.
But what if it is my will that barged in and handcuffed me?
What if it’s my power to fight and defend myself that has chosen to surrender the white flag and be taken as a prisoner of war?
My mind is a fortress.
But does it keep away evil or does it lock me out from everything good?
These thoughts are everywhere,
They keep coming…
I’m surrounded. Continue reading “Trapped”
It’s okay not to be okay
Hey guys!
How are y’all coping with the global pandemic and lockdown? Well, for me it’s been crazy. If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you’d know I’m largely introverted and enjoy the four walls of my home. But these days are different. I still wish for the option to go out so I don’t lose my mind. Welps! It’s all for our safety! Continue reading “It’s okay not to be okay”
February Prompts
Happy new month!!!
It’s only January borns that didn’t notice how ‘everlasting’ the month was. I’m pretty sure I lived an entire year in one month. But I’m finally glad it’s over and we can open a new chapter.
Thanks to KerryTosan, I got to see this February prompt post that would help me write more consistently. The topics here are pretty interesting as well. So I hope you’ll join me on this journey all through February!
Prompt 1: Things Unsaid
In the same vein, I can’t explain my interaction with negative words. They’re the kryptonite to every wordsmith. Piercing the heart of creativity until it dries up. To them, it’s just another careless word. But to those with sense 6, it’s a trigger. It snaps. They snap. And they’re gone without a sound.
January was a ticking bomb for me. Can’t tell if it was the month or if I was the bomb. I was drained emotionally and mentally, everything lost it’s meaning—including life. Lots of things remain unsaid as people still grapple with understanding mental health issues. Lots of things remain unsaid as we try to find ourselves. As we struggle to connect with our core and find the meaning of our existence.
Prompt 2: Missing in Action
Suicidal thoughts do not mean you’re weak or averse to pain and hardships in life. It just means you’re trying to find a way to tell the world what’s been going on in your head, by cracking it open. Blood always speaks louder.
To live is one of the rarest things in life, because most people just exist. They barely get by. Hanging on to toxic environments or relationships, taking in all the crap they can take just to make ends meet. While living becomes a burden, and not many survive the travails. So even while we’re here, most of us are still lost in space. All just missing in action.
Thanks for reading!
Lots of love,
M.❤️
Lost
In the silence, I listen for your still voice,
But all I hear is nothing,
In the darkness, I strain to see your lighted figure,
But all I get is more darkness. Continue reading “Lost”
Bleak Christmas
My first Christmas in Lagos is a nightmare. Fuel scarcity has been the order of the day; fewer buses available, more grumpy commuters and yet, insane traffic! It’s absolutely crazy. Continue reading “Bleak Christmas”
