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As it were. (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Once upon a time – I wrote ever so fiercely. Directly from my heart, I wrote beautiful poetry. I know not how I did it – But I wish to do it yet again. To revive my heart, And awake my brain. To be who I once was – Taking dictation from the divine. IContinue reading “As it were. (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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Bleeding Words

I’ve written them not because I couldn’t say them, But because I was afraid to say it all. I wrote them because I was afraid no one would believe the words coming out of my mouth. I wrote the sorrows of my heart in black and white. I wore a plastic smile that I couldContinue reading “Bleeding Words”

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”