A day will come when I would walk into this room and you won’t be here
Your black orchid scent will cease from lingering
Your music will stop playing in the background
Your resounding laughter will fade away
And all I’ll be left with are your memories
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. Read the rest of this entry »
I know you hurt. I hurt too.
It’s a stabbing pain I can’t explain.
Like I’m drowning in the Atlantic Ocean
With no lifeguard in sight
Gasping for air
I’m afraid this pain is too much
For my feeble shoulders to bear
Shoulders slumped from the confidence that has been blown away.
I used to be the happy one
With the cheerful smiles
And big brown eyes
Now I’m the dark girl
Hiding in the shadows
Afraid to see my reflection
Because it just may reflect my heart
Oh the pain! It rips me apart!
The tears! They’ve formed an ocean
Salty waters, I shed
Salty waters I drown in
I know what it means to be depressed
I almost know it as I do my middle name
I still feel its slithery fingers
Wrapped around my cold skin
I’ve been that way too long.
Hurts do heal.
Hearts do mend
Nights do end
Joy comes in the morning
So what makes your hurt more special?
Or any less?
Hurt is hurt.
The heart bleeds too-
It’s an organ after all!
Hurts do heal
Tears get dried up
The sun shines after the rain
This weary heart of mine
Someday shall dance again
To the tune of love
These patched lips will crack a smile
For this storm isn’t to drown you
But to make you stronger
To make you grow
So pick up the pieces of what’s left
Give it back to the Fixer
Rise up and live
Today isn’t the death of you
Hurts do heal, my love.
©Mfon Etuk, 2016
He heals the heartbroken and bandages their wounds- Psalm 147:3
If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath.- Psalm 34:18
When living like you is want I want to do
I find myself being called an imposter
‘Cause I only love when I feel like
Talk about God when it’s convenient
I’m so scared of being called a ‘Jesus Freak’
When I would rather be the coolest one on fleek
Pssst! That’s easy!
Do I really have to?
See I know you died for my sins
But every day I feel like I’m nailing you to the cross
By the lies and pretence I play like candy crush
Help me Lord!
Now that’s my heart cry
I realize I’m no superhuman
Even though I have the supernatural genes
In my blood
Flowing from the blood which spilled on the cross
Now how do I,
A child of the king
Live on earth with no authority?
How do I rule and reign with Christ
When my eyes still lust after the kingdom of the world?
I want to live like you
Now that’s more than just a prayer
Cause I know living like you
Means loving others the way you do
Staying at peace with all men like you
Withdrawing from the crowd and fame
To go to the Father, hallowing His name
I realize I can’t live like you on my own
They can see through my facade
So please help me
A mere mortal
By the touch of immortality
Keeping me above immorality
Help me not to get entangled in the web
That I forget to ‘X’ the page
And turn to you for a clear reboot
Unclutter my soul and ‘shift + Del’ my messes
I want to be like you in every single way
And if I have to die everyday
Help me pay the prize
Cause being just like you is all I want to be
©Mfon Etuk, 2016