I’M FINE, THANKS FOR ASKING

I’m fine…I say it smile so that it sounds more convincing.“I’m fine! “I’ll probably chuckle just to make sure you don’t see the tears hiding this plastic smile that I have worn for so long. I have forgotten what my smile looks like.But I’m fine…You don’t need to ask me twice.I made it clear theContinue reading “I’M FINE, THANKS FOR ASKING”

Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

There are mornings When I don’t rise and shine I just roll out of bed In hopes to pass some time. There are afternoons When I lose sight of the sun And time feels a little darker But from time, we cannot run There are nights When I can’t fall asleep I just stare atContinue reading “Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Passing Time (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Because time waits for none, I will wait in its place – To see you someday, If it is permitted by grace. With utmost patience; I will look up to the sky, I’ll write poems for and about you, With the tears of my cry. I will play your favourite tunes, In hopes that youContinue reading “Passing Time (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Mama’s Hands

Mama’s hands Held me up in prayer. Mama’s hands moved mountains and opened doors for me. Mama’s hands changed my dirty clothes and washed them clean. Mama’s hands served me every meal, day and night.Mama’s hands cautioned me. Pushed towards my fears and shielded me against the flaming arrows. Mama’s hands dispensed her love, aContinue reading “Mama’s Hands”

The Art of The Mask

Wear it so well and nobody will know the lies that hide behind your smile.Cover the bruises with some make up, nobody has time to hear your sob story.Tell everyone you’re fine. You will start to believe it, eventually. Now that you have worn your mask, do not take it off. For when they seeContinue reading “The Art of The Mask”

BREATHE

Hey love, Breathe with me. Inhale the good, Exhale the bad. Good… You’re doing great. Now let’s try that again. This time, feel the air shift through your lungs, connect yourself to your environment. Now feel the gentle touch of light on your skin. Hold it. Now, LET GO. Let go of all the feelingsContinue reading “BREATHE”

SHE IS WOMAN

She is a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. A streak of colour on a grey canvas. She is the voice of the women that came before her. The force of determination tearing at the seams. Breaking the narrative thus changing the story. She is strong and yet so gentle. Her touch, though delicateContinue reading “SHE IS WOMAN”

IN THE SILENCE

In the most chilling silence, I heard her lamentations Quietly screaming out of her tears that she thought no could hear. In the silence she carefully let her walls break, brick by brick… She slowly unzipped herself out of her strong suit and poured out her fears soundly. She gently muffled her pillow over herContinue reading “IN THE SILENCE”

Falling Sands (A poem by Phanuel and Tessie)

Twenty eight more chances Time has gifted. Hourglass turned Sands subtly shifted. So I take a moment and watch the sand shift down the hourglass. Each speck representing the wrinkles on my face writing the narrative of the memories we made. And memories we’re yet to make, A story untold A handful of feelings unresolvedContinue reading “Falling Sands (A poem by Phanuel and Tessie)”

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