Day 10 … I’m Breaking A Conversation with My Mother.

Mummy, there’s a tornado in my body.

That has my soul twisting and turning.

It’s turned my home into a crime scene into an aftermath.

The girl you once knew, the child you taught right and wrong is no longer within this vessel.

they're has departed into the abyss, she sits with jinns demons.

They’ve held her captive, they're trying to teach her the darkness is her home.

That no one paid the ransom, no one came looking for her.

That if her place was in the light then why does she fear it the most.

The depression cradled her, rocking her back and forth further away from reality.

Until it became the thing she depends on.

Like happiness is an illness, it comes in bits and pieces.

There’s no cure no remedy, to place her back in the darkness.

Where she knew her enemy better than her friend.

Mummy, I’m lost.

I don’t know how to find me.

I dream the dead.

See them reaching for me.

Trying to take me to paradise.

Take my soul away from the struggles.

Take me away.

Sincerely Yours

Isha A Poet xxx