The Cracked Mirror

Introduction

Many people struggle as Worthy in this poetic discourse below: They have achieved much in life and are giving, approachable and likeable yet time and time again they self reject.

If we recognise such tendencies within us; a false self-perception or a broken self image as though looking through a distorted  or broken mirror it is time to acknowledge this and engage in self assessment and analysis; what causes these cyclical tendencies, is there a root cause from childhood, early adulthood … seeking professional help through counselling and prayers may be a way forward; a problem shared is a problem halved and a problem that eventually goes away!

The Cracked Mirror

Her name was worthy.
She lived on abundance street, things were plentiful so was her guilt towards those with little, it was so pitiful.

With the best education in her quiver, knowledge as power was not great for it led to self debasing and the sinkhole of depression.

Showers of expressive love felt like pins and needles bruising her body as she decoded massive hate was at the pinnacle.

Words of kindness were like darts hitting her heart as she defined the glare of their eyes as cold and calculating.

Sought after by many who saw her as wise, she obliged, though hated the popular ride, so at times she would feign sickness and hide.

She rolled her eyes when her name “Worthy” was praised, crying out “why me and not them!”

Her inner self she deemed unworthy to be trapped in a life where she always felt guilty.

Escape she finally did in the cracked mirror of her destiny to create for herself a reality in that place of her preferred identity.

©️16-June2018 DEN -The Witness

Feminal Dirge: RIP

The female infant

once full of life

muted by fear

rants and strife.

R.I.P

The young girl

used and abused

her destiny refused.

R.I.P

The woman, beaten

dreams tossed in a bin

now prematurely in a coffin.

R.I.P

©Jan2018-DENyamekye

Discourse:

Not every female child, young girl or woman has it good. In fact at every stage of some of their lives, they suffer abuse or assault.

This poetic dirge entitled “Feminal Dirge: RIP” above was inspired after I read an article (the guardian.com 11th January 2018) about a Pakistani TV News Anchor Kiran Naz who read the news with her infant child on her lap, she was paying tribute that day to the 7 year old child, Zainab who was found raped and murdered. Her body was found in a rubbish bin.

Justice for the young girl!

Zainab was not from a notably poor background and it is clear that this can happen to any child anywhere and does, we read about such tragedies in different parts of the world constantly.

Likewise teenagers and woman have suffered rape, sexual assault and other forms of abuse (physical and emotional). At times they have been murdered in the process. The news about all manner of assault and violence against the female has reached great lamentable proportions.

Justice and protection for the female!

This Dirge has three stages of a female’s life, infant/child, young girl and woman each marked with conflict and suffering.

To make a point, I intentionally placed RIP between each paragraph dividing the different stages of child hood, young girl and womanhood. What point? Each paragraph can be a stand-alone dirge as multitudes of infants/children, young girls and women have

-RIP tombstones erected due to premature deaths for such reasons

-If not physical death, a spiritual dead state ensues due to abuse or assault.

Who cares, who is listening?

Will you be a voice among a stream of voices to make it an ocean for this injustice to the female to stop. Will you be a prayer vessel among multitudes who bow their knees to pray? Let’s do our part if we can however we can.