I used to write stories

I used to write stories. I used to relish in literature; crafting worlds and bringing kingdoms to their knees. I used to write about monsters; magic; queens. But, at some point, the love of the stories I was creating flatlined. I felt abandoned by myself. Why had my mind thrown them aside? They were a…

stagnation

Stifled, I find myself writing only in snippets –crafting singular, heart-wrenching, yet candid images.I was poised to express, but I express less than I planned.Pen to paper, or fingers to keys – the words simply fail me.My own mind annihilates my own advice. I contemplate on how I intended writing as a kind of self-therapyand…

Endometriosis

Endless Nauseating Debilitating Operations Medications Eating Treating Ravaged Illness Omnipresent Suffering Imbalanced Self-destruction

Flare Up

Poke, prod, push.Clench, crunch, clutch.Gasp, gag, grab.Suck, sting, stab.Burn, bruise, bend.Trouble, torture, tend. 3 2 1 Start again.

diagnoses

My periods started when I was nine or ten.I can’t quite remember when.They hurt me but mom saidso did hers. I was diagnosed, barely into secondary school, as clinically depressed –a diagnosis which I have carried on my shoulders ever since.But I am still here, so I guess it didn’t win yet. I was diagnosed,…

Scorched & Scorned

Abolish my lungs and then send me to sleep.  You can do what you want. I won’t feel a thing. Grind my bones into dust and make your own bread. Take all that you can until nothing is left. My mind is a heaven only I see. My soul aches to fly and to be…

On Sundays, I drown a little more

Tears prick my eyes.I gulp as though I’m taking on water.I shiver as if winter still lingers in this April spring.I cannot comprehend life, nor what it is supposed to mean. In our younger days, we were made promises;false and fanciful.You could grow up and do whatever you wanted.The world was your oyster and it…

phoenix

I watch the ink sink as my mind betrays my pen again and begins to overthink. I wanted something concrete. Something profound.Something tangible. Something significant.Something proving the potential of a mere flicker of actual talent.Instead, all I can feel are all of the little things, and the big things, gnawing away at me. Medication sweeps…

I am 1 in 10

You will have noticed that some of my work has been geared towards the trials and tribulations of suffering from Endometriosis, a condition which I officially became diagnosed with at the age of 30 following a laparoscopy in November 2021. My troubles started with the onset of puberty at the early age of 9. It…