My dearest mummy, Life here in heaven is great. Sometimes I wish I lived on earth like you. I wonder what it would feel like if I lived. Today I would have turned 13. I probably would have had a party and I bet it would have been great. Maybe you would have sent me… Continue reading With Love, From Heaven
It is a Sunday afternoon; I head over to my friend, Ama’s house. We live in the same area. I choose to wear a floral sundress about 3 inches above my knees, short by most standards instead of my go-to jeans. I use a shortcut. Sure, it’s bushy, but there’s a clear-cut path. The path… Continue reading SUNDAY WALKS AND LONE STREETS
She sat on the bed. In the quiet of her room, the sobs grew into wails as though she had survived hours in labour for a baby blue and still. She wondered how she got here. Where it all began? When did she become the embodiment of unhappiness? She wondered. She looked high and low,… Continue reading MINE!!!
I Have you ever held the dance of determined raindrops in your eyes? Their elegance and their focus? Magical! Yet nothing compared to the dance of life in my Beloved’s eyes. The determination of which is nothing compared to the strength of her being. II Have you ever breathed in the purity of words,as… Continue reading Beloved
Breathing in and breathing out this air like I have foreverWalking on these roads and bridges like my feet are forever mine to use. Keeping my hands busy on the wheel, feeling comfy like I forever will have it with me. Watching everything around me with these two eyes, Seeing so much, wanting to ask… Continue reading THE LITTLE THINGS
Hi! Nice to meet you…My name is, well, let’s see, I’d rather be anonymous for now. You can call me Silent Pain and yes it’s a metaphor. I won’t lie and say this trip into the dark of my mind is something I’m particularly thrilled about, but part of healing is speaking about it and… Continue reading Flashbacks and heart attacks
Scarred, bruised, broken She goes about scarred, bruised and broken She carries her hurts within She puts on a smile and walks head high Deserving of an Oscar, quite the feat for an amateur She’s learnt the art of hiding her grief She’s learnt to laugh in spite of She’s learnt to conceal the puffiness… Continue reading Beautiful Pain