Pre-zen-t (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I wonder what it’s like To live in the present To be fully absorbed by A single moment I often imagine it As a feeling of pure bliss Absolute engagement Devoid of anxiety and stress To let go of the past To stress even less about the future To master both in the present As

Diagrammatic representation of ‘the ugh!’

Warriors (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I know you’re fighting battles; Deep within yourself, I understand what it means- To be at war with oneself. I know you can’t always talk about it; I understand the risks of vulnerability. I know there’s much you’ve kept inside, Buried deep in secrecy. I know your joy is an impression; You smile only to

Friday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Fridays feel like sundown. An exhausting- And sometimes exhilarating- Week is over now. Fridays feel like evenings; A drink at the table, A little bit of piano, Fridays can be amazing… By : Phanuel Ayelum

Monday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Monday is a morning to a week It’s waking up to possibility Monday is a genesis To all that can be. Monday is the tone The tone you pitch; Monday is taking your wounds, And giving them a little stitch. Monday is finding your strength; And holding it with great grip. Monday is taking every

The prayer

A prayer for you… I close my eyes and say a prayer for my little sister that had just been sexually assualted in her own community. Please heal her broken spirit and restore her health. Wipe the tears off her mother’s eyes and comfort her from this trauma. Teach us Lord to love just you

In the light of love

You stretched forth your arm and pullpulled closer to your chest and whispered, “oh, what a beautiful creature you are. If only they could see. Their eyes are blinded by your scars and minute flaws. There is a pulchritudinous ray of light shining inside you and soon the world will see it. ” I never

What addiction feels like (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

An urge; Is what I called it. Until these feelings started to surge And soon I couldn’t hold it So I gave in. Sensual desire got the best of me- I took a shot at withdrawal But it only returned pain and anxiety- So I gave in. This is a cell I’m enslaved in. How

SHE IS THE WORLD

Out of her the world’s nations were birthed and from her our master’s kin was raised.She is queen who isn’t afraid to tilt her head and pick up the world’s broken pieces. She is the wind, whisking away yesterday’s chaos from the world. She is healing from today’s pain and joy for your sorrow.She is

Behind the mask

The journey of self acceptance isn’t an easy one. It is a silent battle that everyone fights through. It is a battle I have fought through. Despite the many demons I had to face I came out victorious and learned to love and appreciate myself even more.