The Cracked Mirror

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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

Never Again

Never Again.
From her jail house soul screamed words like hardballs that hit the walls of the prison of her existence and bounced back at her with such force she fell into a deep depression, swallowed the guile of shame and felt the chains of guilt yet again!
Weeping for liberation …again.
Whingeing in frustration …again
and again…
“Mad? Who said I am mad? I have gladly left the land of OZ, the place of gourmet meals laced with poison, where exposed as mere sugar coated lies, sages’ tongues wag niceties and acts picture love”
Hmm, she had left that place…only in her dreams but not in reality it seems.
She yearned to escape the less than place under smothering commands and fearful reprimands, to the more than place of the overcomer and a realised destiny.
No more a locomotive fuelled by anger amidst the wounded masses called Reactionary.
Weeping for liberation … again
Whingeing in frustration … again
and again…
The sound of her tears dripping on the mirror beneath her face reminded her of raindrops on her window sill as she lay peaceful…once upon a time.
She looked back at self and questioned “where is that peace of yesteryears? Where?” then instead of her face she saw Chaos, that counterfeit self… that agent of confusion, that thief of her destiny… that…then she screamed.
A scream that was unlike the sound of defeat, but like a ball of fire unwilling to hit the ground lifeless, for it gained momentum, energised and thundered a command to the lifelong foe glaring back at her “DEPART!”.
As the sound echoed, she saw Chaos flee with her hangman’s noose in hand with dreadful masked cohorts in tow.
And then she knew it,
her voice once lost, regained,
her true self, reacquainted.
No more to weep for liberation … again.
No more to whinge in frustration … again.
Never again
©️April 2019 DENyamekye

Change His Story

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Change His Story
———————————————-—-He was a youth neglected
Gang life he accepted
In dead end street he landed
Now in a coffin forever stranded.
Let us do our part
to reach out to
many a child
neglected.
Let us work
together to
seek out
many a youth
disconnected.
A life goal… to
see many a gang
disbanded.
©️18-05-19 DENyamekye

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood knocks & knock on Effects … Awareness

(Poem – The Awakening below ) 

This is Mental Health Week UK (13-19th May) and Mental Health Month (May) USA

As we all know, there is a knock on effect to problematic issues that happen in our childhood. Thought patterns more often than not become “twisted” due to feelings of anger, revenge or seeking retaliation. Anger and negativity is projected on other people who remind one the abuser.

Some young people join gangs for affirmation, acceptance and love as a result.

The beginning of the healing process is when one realises they have a problem and are willing to confront it head on and seek help.
Hopefully bringing awareness to such issues will cause many to do just that; self-assess, acknowledge a problem, resolve to face it through options available including support. This is because without doing so the future is bleak and potential for greatness and a bright future is never tapped into or realised.

Let those of us who can do our part; Raising Awareness Saves a destiny <> Saves a life

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The Awakening 

Razor is my man, loves me and calls me “son”. speaks to me like a Father so I joined his gang “Blades in the Hood”, sooner than later.

My boy self was chained tight to papa, crying like a sissy every night, since he slammed the door shut, his face never again to see.

I lie… I see his face still… even at night curled up like a child.

I see his face in grown men

withering in pain,

crying out,

begging for mercy,

everytime our knives and guns do their thing…target their prey.

And I hear the laughing voice in my head “pay back time!”. Feeling like superman, chains unlocked and riding high…

But …but another voice like mama’s rings louder “life is a lie, get help now!”

Life is a lie, I need help now!

©️26-12-2018 DENyamekye

If you have been affected by this poem (it reminds you of someone) and would like personal (or for someone) prayer, counselling and additional information of where to get help, please email: thewitnessinstitute@gmail.com

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Unapologetically Me

No I am not like you, I am like me; with a mindset blueprint that’s an original, fingerprints and a heart beat, my own.

No I am not beautiful like you  I am beautiful like me; a masterpiece, uniquely sculptured first in my Maker’s mind, incomparable.

No I am not educated like you, I am educated in the measure the Divine dictated and my purpose affirms is sufficient for me.

No I am not a clown in the image of him, her or them. Nor a clone programmed to mimic those deemed the good, real and great. 

Yes, I am the one and only me, myself and I.

That’s me!

©️17May2018 DENyamekye

Discourse:

In today’s world there is so much pressure to look like someone else or achieve what they have achieved and this has escalated to dangerous proportions. I was horrified to see pictures of a young man who has had so much plastic surgery to look like his idol, Kim Kardashian. I was saddened and thought of how what would have been his own life path or destiny has been  discarded for a life as Kim Kardashian’s clone. This is one example of multitudes of similar cases were people live as clones or aspire to live as clones of someone else.

We are all uniquely made and indeed if we self-reject it is as if we are saying to our Maker that He made a mistake! We may not see ourselves as beautiful or we may feel insecure about certain areas of our lives, however we must come out of self pity and a deceptive mindset in relation to our worth. Such thinking and attitude is aimed at causes paralysis; the inability to complete otherwise productive projects, take risks that will eventually result in much success or achievement.

Each human being has an inner and external beauty that is unique and a purpose in life that is also unique even if it may be similar to that of others. This is regardless of skin colour, culture, nationality, economic or social status.

We each have potential to excel and live productive lives. But this is only possible if  we concentrate on our strengths and work to overcome our weaknesses rather than concentrate on what others are doing, what they have and what they look like in comparison to ourselves. May this poetic discourse “unapologucally me” be a source of personal reflection or meditation and encouragement.

©️2018 DENyamekye

 

Domestic Death Trap

Slapped once, reassured of his love.

She stayed.

He broke her ribs twice. “I fell down the stairs” she said.

For him she always lied.

Pushed so hard against the door, the wood cracked. He begged for forgiveness.

She stayed.

Who told her of her worth, that she needed to leave to live?

Her true friends tried.

“His unfounded jealousy, blind rage were due to stress” she said.

Her excuses for him, dismayed.

The police found her dead body in a forest, battered and bruised. With no evidence nor history of violence, he was free.

So another victim he tried, while in a grave his wife laid.

©22-03-2018 DENyamekye

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