Wake up and turn over a new leaf

 

Audrey Kadeya

 

COME to think of it

 

Is there really light at the end of every tunnel

 

Or it’s just a fantasy because it never worked for my fable

 

Come to think of it

 

Does a bad beginning really make a good ending

 

Or it’s just a made up proverb

 

Because to me living was ever lamentable

 

With each day that came by

 

Hope vanished like the early morning due in the face of a rising sun

 

I would wake up to having regrets as my breakfast

 

Despair as my lunch

 

And if only as my supper

 

Who knew that monsters can immerge from those you immensely put your trust in

 

I was there to watch my life slumbering before my eyes

 

Every time l would hear the slamming of doors

 

My heart would instantly be inundated with terror of peril

 

He would not even put effort to at least kiss the blarney stone

 

Rather he would just choke me by the neck whilst l begged him to stop

 

Still on the periphery of life’s jaws he threw me

 

And just like that

 

He would force his being on me without consent being sort

 

Yes! HE would sink so low to that extend

 

Melancholy and my cries of anguish fell on

 

Aloof mind-sets

 

And deaf ears

 

Whilst he would complete his mission of derailing me from the earth’s surface

 

And sabotaging my inner voice

 

As obstacles mushroomed day by day

 

And barriers surfacing with every moment that came by

 

I had to keep the ball rolling and get rid of my pain too

 

Eventually, there it was

 

Promising me the fruits of heaven

 

whilst providing a paved pathway to hell

 

All the melancholy

 

The despondency

 

The disconsolation evanesced into thin air

 

When the dictates of destiny led me straight to my source of solace
DRUGS

 

With the demise of my frantic grief and appal

 

Every day was now filled with an adrenaline raising atmosphere

 

But upon the moment l failed to acquire my pain assassin

 

I would feel the earth trembling with thunder and earthquakes

 

As shrieking joy would split into quivering shreds of darkness

 

As l felt reduced like a whirling little dot

 

It seemed as if death was knocking at my door step

 

As this would make my head snap and spin

 

I had to find a way to get back to my soulmate again

 

So the cycle had to ensue

 

Now all that is left of me

 

Are shambles of an emotionally dead me

 

But to those who have attentive ears

 

And are still listening to my fading voice

 

This is what l have for you

 

Life is too short to be embracing oppression and torture

 

Hoping that it will magically come to an end one day

 

Taking the wrong methods to relieve depression is not an option

 

Protect the child especially the girl child from environments that expose them to abuse

 

 

Silence does not speak, therefore it cannot be heard

 

Speaking out loud is choosing life over death

 

Thank You!!!

 

The writer is a Form Two learner at St David’s Bonda Girls’ High School.