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…
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…
You wake up, not because you want to, but because the light creeping through the curtains demands it. The weight of the night clings to you like a suffocating blanket, leaving you paralyzed, unable to shake the darkness that’s been following you for so long. You lie there, staring…
The Awakened: A Call To Those Who Resonate
Was it a crime that we chose the godly route?
Was it a crime that we decided to learn the godly way?
Was it a crime we submitted to spiritual authority?
Was it a crime we were willing to learn?
There were numerous alternatives. Yet, we…
In the silence, where shadows drift,
In shock, the road I walk I cannot lift,
Each step a weight, each breath a sigh,
Chasing impenetrable shadows I cannot deny.
The looped-echoes of a past mistake
Whisper softly, making my soul shake,
A thick chain of guilt, a thread of shame,
Binding me to a particular prehistoric…