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.