The day dawned with faint lights streaming through Martha’s windows. She lay still on the bed, only breathing while her mind was in a million places. It was Friday, but she couldn’t pull herself to say ‘TGIF’. One of her million thoughts drifted to the preacher’s message on giving thanks in all circumstances because it is God’s will. She shook her head. No way was this God’s will for her.Read more
Day 5: Wait for rescue
My thoughts are like an octopus
And I’m in the middle,
Wrapped in all the tentacles
Barely breathing.Read more
Garden of the Mind
Like a garden with fresh flowers,
Her mind bloomed in the spring,
It brought happiness to all who stopped by,
To glean of her youth and wisdom.
Indeed, she was was a sight for sore eyes,
And a soothing voice for broken hearts. Read more
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. Read more
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,
Edge of Reason
I had frozen on my screen again. I had been staring at it for almost 30 minutes and had no clue what the text in the opened Word document read. Hands trembling, heart beating fast, tears struggling to fall, but I quickly wiped them off. No, this wasn’t gonna happen, ‘Blacks don’t crack’. Read more
Living in a Bubble
I completed a book I had been stalling for some years now. I don’t know why I stalled so long but the book turned out to be a very good read. It took me away from my current realities into this blissful state where I’d be staring at the characters, knowing what each was thinking and patiently waiting to see the end. I was quickly reminded about the limitations of TV and movies. In a movie, Tom Cruise is the same as I see him and as you do. But in books, a character can be viewed in different ways by different people reading the same book. Read more