META-MIND By Adisa Aminat Olabisi

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

It is that odd times of the month
That I feel sad, down
And want to exit to the next world
It is that time nothing seems working for me
While in grieve and loneliness I find solace
For the hope I breathe in people
I find difficult to breathe in myself

It is that time all hope is lost
And in shambles I find myself
The excruciating pain holds me tight
And the smile never seems to beam
The stream flows uncontrollable
While the eyes go red like a hot coal
To the people around I almost hate
And nothing seems important any more

But the most painful storyline
Is that no one seems to care
Maybe they do care and wants to help
But then the question is
do I even know what’s wrong
Those times I cannot express my thoughts
Rather I would want to crawl in a hole
Where no one can find
It is certain they do not understand how it feels
As each phase passes I feel hopeless
For I am helpless and cannot help myself
But the only thing I constantly remember and repeat
Is that it is a phase and it will pass away
The help I seek comes with prayer and patience.

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Bada Yusuf Amoo

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