Posted in Mental Health Files

When I finally become a therapist…

I’ll fluff those pillows and fill the room with beautiful fragrances and scented candles. I’ll listen to you without judgement in my heart, my voice or my face. You’ll look at me and see love. Love, not because you’re perfect, but love because you’re flawed like I am. Continue reading “When I finally become a therapist…”

Posted in Poetry

Shine On

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

Posted in Mental Health Files

How does anyone keep positive in these times?

Hey guys!

More than ever before, I feel like my emotions have been on a rollercoaster. One moment I’m happy and hopeful, the next I’m flat on my back on the floor imagining the Grim reaper’s visit. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but you get the picture. Lol.

Continue reading “How does anyone keep positive in these times?”

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 Inspiration

Messed Up!

Photo Credit: graceandgrind.wordpress.com

“You didn’t just mess up, you are messed up!”

That was the line I heard from a stage play some months back titled ‘NightFood’ as written by Kelvinmary. It was the story of a disabled man and his wife who were torn at the loss of their child. The story went on to show that both of them had committed adultery the same night the child had a convulsion and died. The man was in the next room with his side chic, while the wife was away on a journey with another man. Continue reading “Messed Up!”