I know pain ,
I have felt her in my soul
Tasted her on my tongue
Her taste leaving behind
Bitterness and rage ,
Locked away in a cage ,
My story is written on one page
I have been broken
Shattered , I have been hopeless
With no dreams of tomorrow
Mine has been a tale of sorrow…
We live in the age of highlights
Smiles are uploaded , struggles are archived
Strength is filtered , pain is cropped
But mental health does not live in captions
It lives in the quiet spaces , between
Expectations and exhaustion , faith and fear
Success and silence
I learned this the hard way
There was a time…
POEM:
Do you remember?
When we laughed without fear,
The days of milk and honey
Back when we lived for today
Never afraid of tomorrow
Smiles decorated our child like faces
As we twirled and danced our fears away
Offsprings of love and peace
Naive to the world and its rage
We held on to hope
Never letting the sun…
Mirror, Mirror. Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me. Certainly.
Look at all the beauties out there.
Surely, have you seen my crooked smile?
What about my pimples?
And what about my big ears?
Oh, how glad I am that you can only see my face.
For I hear my legs are manly, far from…
The Morning After
One morning,
she’ll find herself
scrubbing her body too hard.
trying to peel off
the fingerprints he left behind.
not just on her skin
but in the corners of her silence.
The water will burn,
but not as much as the memory.
She’ll cry without sound,
because screaming
never helped her then either.
She said no
but the room swallowed…
My name doesn’t matter. What matters is what happened, because it happens to many of us. I grew up in a small village, thinking I’d marry young, have kids, and farm the land like my mother and her mother before her. It was the only life I knew then.
Then…
It hurts to hear, it hurts to know
Women and children all over the world,
Having their lives cut short, don’t you know?
Murdered, abused, their voices silenced each day
A pain that echoes, in every way
Girls, each day, lost to violence and pain
Their futures stolen, their dreams in vain
It hurts, it aches,…
Emotional being,
We are with our emotions
Emotions pokes the tip of my nail
Searching for peace, to find nothing relatable,
living within me, and then to find nothing at all.
The sun pumps my smile – a new plum of smoke
straight into the my awareness,
A loud guilt that pierced through and out.
My face…