Inktober 2020 (Part 2)
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𝗜𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟮𝟮
Prompt: Chef
Mental Health Association: Overthinking
It's not enough for some of us to just leave well enough alone.
Nope.
Our minds are wired too intensely for a concoction as simple as that.
So we lay down at night, and stare at the ceiling,
reeling over a conversation or a situation,
adding our mix of salt and pepper,
new words and feelings,
new pretense and endings.
Masters of the art, we knead and mould,
so our stories can be re-told
even if in our own heads, when the lights are gone,
and it's been so long since it happened in the first place.
But oh, if only you had a taste
of my new and improved recipe,
sorry, 'version' of the story,
the one that borders on a line between over-dramatic and just right,
over-cooked, after being left to marinate overnight.
I could leave well enough alone, alright,
but tonight we're whipping up an 'over-thinking' delight.
- @fayology47
Prompt: Chef
Mental Health Association: Overthinking
It's not enough for some of us to just leave well enough alone.
Nope.
Our minds are wired too intensely for a concoction as simple as that.
So we lay down at night, and stare at the ceiling,
reeling over a conversation or a situation,
adding our mix of salt and pepper,
new words and feelings,
new pretense and endings.
Masters of the art, we knead and mould,
so our stories can be re-told
even if in our own heads, when the lights are gone,
and it's been so long since it happened in the first place.
But oh, if only you had a taste
of my new and improved recipe,
sorry, 'version' of the story,
the one that borders on a line between over-dramatic and just right,
over-cooked, after being left to marinate overnight.
I could leave well enough alone, alright,
but tonight we're whipping up an 'over-thinking' delight.
- @fayology47
𝗜𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟳
Prompt: Crawl
Mental Health Association: Burnout
Prompt: Crawl
Mental Health Association: Burnout
𝗜𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟳
Prompt: Storm
Mental Health Association: Anxiety
It’s creeps up on me when I least expect it,
a slow crawl from the base of my spine to my head,
telling me I’m not ready yet,
enveloping me in an embrace of uncertainty and doubt,
making sure I’m trapped inside, looking out.
There are words that won’t come out
and small deeds that seem too tedious to see through
And even though I listen to it,
I know the voice inside doesn’t speak true.
“You lack the ability, you’re not ready,
You’re good for nothing, it’s too big for you”
I question it, and try to quieten it down,
for its demeanor is threatening,
it’s voice atrociously loud.
I’m surrounded by a cloud of indecision
my breathing, hard to catch up with,
my vision, unfocused,
my will, hopeless.
And even through all this, I know,
this storm too will eventually pass.
Until then I’ll sit with the thunder
and try not to feel too under the weather
And remind myself, I am learning to live with this better.
- @fayology47
Prompt: Storm
Mental Health Association: Anxiety
It’s creeps up on me when I least expect it,
a slow crawl from the base of my spine to my head,
telling me I’m not ready yet,
enveloping me in an embrace of uncertainty and doubt,
making sure I’m trapped inside, looking out.
There are words that won’t come out
and small deeds that seem too tedious to see through
And even though I listen to it,
I know the voice inside doesn’t speak true.
“You lack the ability, you’re not ready,
You’re good for nothing, it’s too big for you”
I question it, and try to quieten it down,
for its demeanor is threatening,
it’s voice atrociously loud.
I’m surrounded by a cloud of indecision
my breathing, hard to catch up with,
my vision, unfocused,
my will, hopeless.
And even through all this, I know,
this storm too will eventually pass.
Until then I’ll sit with the thunder
and try not to feel too under the weather
And remind myself, I am learning to live with this better.
- @fayology47
𝗜𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟲
Prompt: Rocket
Mental Health Association: Isolation
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I picture the skies at night time.
I wonder what it must be like
to hover close to a star and be mindless about the hour.
I wonder what it could feel like to float weightless in the dark,
to watch from afar the stark blankness of the night.
I think about if there’s sounds in space
and if a bird could reach there
would she still sing into the empty air?
I wonder what it must feel like
to be alone in the vast expanse of the universe
with the planets for neighbors,
and starlight for a muse
with the galaxies to count,
and coordinates to confuse.
From Earth, the darkness seems unreachable, so far away.
In space, would it be closer to touch?
to gather it up in my hands and blow it away?
I like my alone time, I like it most days.
It is then that I allow myself the escape,
buckle up in my spaceship,
and fly away.
- @fayology47
Prompt: Rocket
Mental Health Association: Isolation
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I picture the skies at night time.
I wonder what it must be like
to hover close to a star and be mindless about the hour.
I wonder what it could feel like to float weightless in the dark,
to watch from afar the stark blankness of the night.
I think about if there’s sounds in space
and if a bird could reach there
would she still sing into the empty air?
I wonder what it must feel like
to be alone in the vast expanse of the universe
with the planets for neighbors,
and starlight for a muse
with the galaxies to count,
and coordinates to confuse.
From Earth, the darkness seems unreachable, so far away.
In space, would it be closer to touch?
to gather it up in my hands and blow it away?
I like my alone time, I like it most days.
It is then that I allow myself the escape,
buckle up in my spaceship,
and fly away.
- @fayology47
𝗜𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟴
Prompt: Trap
Mental Health Association: Grief/Loss
We are no strangers to loss and we are no friends of Death.
We despise it, we dislike it, we don’t like acknowledging an end.
There’s no bravery or strength in that moment right before you’re burying a friend.
And there’s no amount of comfort
that would mend the cracks in your heart
from losing loved ones who’ve played a part in your upbringing.
Grief is trapped love. It’s love that wants to be free, wishes it had been sent out on its path,
wonders why it had been kept in the dark
when life was at its peak and the future wasn’t this bleak.
Grief remains a wave of emotion staring me in the face
wondering why I never built up the courage or the grace
to remind a loved one of their place in my life,
of the love I have for them,
of the respect I feel for them,
of all my awe and admiration that remains unexpressed.
Grief is just so much regret.
of all the Life we wasted before Death.
So when ‘missing you’ comes at me in waves,
I stand still in the ocean and let the water hit my knees.
I could cry and collapse, scream anguish into the seas,
and know the water will hold me with ease.
You’re out there somewhere, watching over I’m sure.
So until we meet again, I’ll wait upon this shore.
- @fayology47
Prompt: Trap
Mental Health Association: Grief/Loss
We are no strangers to loss and we are no friends of Death.
We despise it, we dislike it, we don’t like acknowledging an end.
There’s no bravery or strength in that moment right before you’re burying a friend.
And there’s no amount of comfort
that would mend the cracks in your heart
from losing loved ones who’ve played a part in your upbringing.
Grief is trapped love. It’s love that wants to be free, wishes it had been sent out on its path,
wonders why it had been kept in the dark
when life was at its peak and the future wasn’t this bleak.
Grief remains a wave of emotion staring me in the face
wondering why I never built up the courage or the grace
to remind a loved one of their place in my life,
of the love I have for them,
of the respect I feel for them,
of all my awe and admiration that remains unexpressed.
Grief is just so much regret.
of all the Life we wasted before Death.
So when ‘missing you’ comes at me in waves,
I stand still in the ocean and let the water hit my knees.
I could cry and collapse, scream anguish into the seas,
and know the water will hold me with ease.
You’re out there somewhere, watching over I’m sure.
So until we meet again, I’ll wait upon this shore.
- @fayology47
𝗜𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟵
Prompt: Dizzy
Mental Health Association: Obsession/Infatuation
Rose-colored glasses, and brunches on Sundays,
Dizzy on praises and high on spontaneous getaways.
I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame
and you were entranced with me all the same.
My friends told me I'd get over it
they said it was just a phase.
But how could something so pure and real
be anything but for 'always'?
We were inventing our own love,
creating stories to be told to the young.
I was obsessed with your eyes and you with my words,
there were no sides, every line blurred.
We were easily swayed, drunk on love, high-strung.
You could do no wrong in my eyes,
and I could see no lies
We were lovers under a bright moon in a dark sky,
high on the idea that we'd found what people spend years creating,
ready-made, ours for the taking.
I see now how little we knew,
and how obsessed I was with you.
I see now how love can alter a view
and infatuation make it seem true.
Yet, I'd never regret
every lesson learned with you.
-@fayology47
Prompt: Dizzy
Mental Health Association: Obsession/Infatuation
Rose-colored glasses, and brunches on Sundays,
Dizzy on praises and high on spontaneous getaways.
I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame
and you were entranced with me all the same.
My friends told me I'd get over it
they said it was just a phase.
But how could something so pure and real
be anything but for 'always'?
We were inventing our own love,
creating stories to be told to the young.
I was obsessed with your eyes and you with my words,
there were no sides, every line blurred.
We were easily swayed, drunk on love, high-strung.
You could do no wrong in my eyes,
and I could see no lies
We were lovers under a bright moon in a dark sky,
high on the idea that we'd found what people spend years creating,
ready-made, ours for the taking.
I see now how little we knew,
and how obsessed I was with you.
I see now how love can alter a view
and infatuation make it seem true.
Yet, I'd never regret
every lesson learned with you.
-@fayology47
𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟮𝟬 & 𝟮𝟭
Prompt: Coral & Sleep
Mental Health Association: Depression
The day I realized I was masking my own pain
to make everyone else feel comfortable,
was when I woke up.
And everyday since then I’ve been exhausted.
And it’s a good kind of tired.
It’s a tired that I’m finally acknowledging and accepting.
It’s a tired when everything’s going right
and should even feel right
and I’m surrounded by the best my life has been in years
But still I lay in bed, willing tears to disappear,
willing fears to go away,
willing myself to simply stay.
And believing it when my therapist tells me, it’ll be okay.
There’s colors around me but they feel lifeless.
Like life could just as well be monochrome,
I can’t feel in reds or blues, or see shades and tones.
So I do what I can, to get through the day,
and tomorrow again,
I will learn to find a light in the pain,
even if that means spotting a tiny spark in an ever dark tunnel.
It will keep me afloat until I have the energy again,
to move with the waves.
For today, I place my faith in that trusty old phrase, “Everything will be okay.”
- @fayology47
Prompt: Coral & Sleep
Mental Health Association: Depression
The day I realized I was masking my own pain
to make everyone else feel comfortable,
was when I woke up.
And everyday since then I’ve been exhausted.
And it’s a good kind of tired.
It’s a tired that I’m finally acknowledging and accepting.
It’s a tired when everything’s going right
and should even feel right
and I’m surrounded by the best my life has been in years
But still I lay in bed, willing tears to disappear,
willing fears to go away,
willing myself to simply stay.
And believing it when my therapist tells me, it’ll be okay.
There’s colors around me but they feel lifeless.
Like life could just as well be monochrome,
I can’t feel in reds or blues, or see shades and tones.
So I do what I can, to get through the day,
and tomorrow again,
I will learn to find a light in the pain,
even if that means spotting a tiny spark in an ever dark tunnel.
It will keep me afloat until I have the energy again,
to move with the waves.
For today, I place my faith in that trusty old phrase, “Everything will be okay.”
- @fayology47
