The child’s body lay on the bed. I reached out to touch her, I had never been this close to someone who had just died. Naturally I was scared, but curious. Her hands still warm, felt as though there was still life left in them. And for a moment, I wondered if her mind wasContinue reading “What a gift to have died so early, I thought.”
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“Thus, conscience makes cowards of us all.” From The Hamlet…a piece that perfectly captures my thoughts
To live, or not to live that is the question Is it more honorable to endure life’s relentless struggles The pain, the misfortune, the chaos thrown at us Or to fight back against this overwhelming wave of problems And, by resisting, end it all? To die…to sleep Nothing more. And by that sleep, we endContinue reading ““Thus, conscience makes cowards of us all.” From The Hamlet…a piece that perfectly captures my thoughts”
I’d love to say I’ve outgrown this behavior, but sadly, I haven’t.
It’s not that I’m not spontaneous…it’s just that the activities need to be worthwhile. Otherwise, I get bored, then exhausted, then uncomfortable, then irritable, and then…boom. I’m “acting crazy.” Crazy as in leaving without saying a word. My mum knows this about me, yet still: “Bondi, we’re just going to the supermarket. Just to grabContinue reading “I’d love to say I’ve outgrown this behavior, but sadly, I haven’t.”
To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.
I’m feeling awful. Really, really awful. That’s been me for a while now. Sometimes I laugh about it. What else can I do? I can’t even cry anymore. The emptiness… it just sits there, like an awkward guest I didn’t invite but now I have to entertain. I don’t know what to do with it.Continue reading “To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.”
Cham miel ka pod ingima tho luro
“Eii yawa, Tho! Aol. Odhis ni bro tieka chieng’ moro,” my mother yelled, as we exchanged worried glances. We found ourselves huddled in the hospital on a Friday morning, anxiously waiting for my father to wake up. As a child, I used to look at my father during parties and marvel at how he couldContinue reading “Cham miel ka pod ingima tho luro”
Others may not see it right now, but they will soon understand
In a community surrounded by hills and lakes, lived a young girl named Awiti. Awiti was a tribute to the tears and prayers her parents had to endure before they had her. She was born after the loss of many. Awiti loved to dance and every step made by her feet on the ground matchedContinue reading “Others may not see it right now, but they will soon understand”
In sleep
In sleep I find relief An escape from the corridors of reality’s harshness Where voices command my confidence with compelling demands And racing thoughts are never ending Inflicting silent pain As I question my existence In sleep I create a world that’s mine alone Where seeds of hope are sown At last, I taste happinessContinue reading “In sleep”
Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions
In a house filled with silence and pain, there existed a small room in the house that was protected by a door that knew many emotions. In this small room lived a father who spoke in the language of the doors. When trouble tiptoed, the father would flee into this room, slamming the door withContinue reading “Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions”
I’m afraid
I’m afraid of snakes A cold and dry slither on my neck As the sound of hisses twirls around my ear Makes darkness, trees and picnics dreadful I’m afraid of beds Beds equal sleeping And sleep leads me to an endless cycle of bondage A slave to images and memories of the dead To reliveContinue reading “I’m afraid”
An evil man is a predictable man
I am neither frightened nor amazed by the actions of an evil man Confident is what I feel in the company of one condemned to wickedness For an evil man can only indulge in evil deeds But in the presence of a nice, genuine and generous soul A soul with neither blemish nor defect IContinue reading “An evil man is a predictable man”
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