Growing up on a farm 30 kilometers away from the nearest village, I began working every December at a vegetable shop located diagonally across from the bank starting at the age of 15. This experience eventually led to a job interview and an offer to join the bank when…
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…
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…
This burden feels so heavy.
My tears have become
my only comfort.
Life carries me around
like a dried leaf
blown by the wind.
Oh, Life, give me peace.
I am so tired.
I cannot bear this anymore.
All I can do now is cry.
Life, look what you made me do.
Here I am, alone with
my thoughts once more.
Life,…
My Dearest Scars
You were an uninvited guest,
but you made a home in my skin.
A silent story of a battle that found me.
First, you were nothing but pain:
the surgeon’s cut, the chemo’s fever,
a landscape of loss drawn on my body.
But now?
You’re the measure of
How I refused to disappear.
Every mark is…
From the moment I could speak, my mother, a Sunday school teacher with a heart full of faith, taught me and all my siblings how to pray. It began with simple words of gratitude before meals. Then came morning prayers for guidance, which we prayed as sunlight crept through…