The Other Side

On being on the other side of the grass…

The side that doesn’t seem so green

 

Things may seem like they aren’t going in your favour right now. Your plans are on paper, while others’ skyscrapers are out there..for all to see.

So you’re not married yet? Sure that sucks…but you will find someone, one day, who you’ll want to spend the rest of your life with…and you will be grateful for not rushing it because of the pressure. The loneliness? It will pass. It will…

Don’t beat yourself up about it. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be in love. Your time will come.

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Rise – Six

You are a wonder.
You are a flame.
Designed to astound.
Created to amaze.
Your trail you will blaze,
For all of your days.
You, my dear, are a wonder.
And while some wonder and
Fail to understand,
You don’t stop.
Keep moving.
You keep going.
Do not stop.
When you reach the top,
Fly higher.
Born limitless.
Keep your free.
Hold your peace.
You are a wonder.
Breath-taking.
Life-changing.
Mind-blowing.
Then.
Now.
Eternity.
You blaze on.

Rise – Three

For the tears,
The words that pierced,
The hands that hurt,
The cuts that run
Skyscraper deep…
For the memories you keep
In a shell so far in your mind,
For the trauma…
For when it happened.
For every single time.
I pray.

Undignified,
Tears running from my eyes,
I pray.
As I search for more to possibly do,
I continue to pray.
That you’ll see the sun again one day.
That the wounds, so evident, one day fade.
That your smile will be full
And your joy – even fuller.
That any trigger will, one day, leave no effect.
That the love you receive will be without defect.
I pray.
That you be whole again.
I pray.

Rise – Two

Here lies a box
Empty it will remain,
Devoid of my presence – for good –
Never to inhabit it again.
Frail, threatened souls cloaked in
Counterfeit authority,
Will never have a say over me – indefinitely.
The fire within me will blaze, unashamed.
The dreams ahead of me will never be tamed.
This head was never designed to be fixed in the ground.

No.
I stand tall
And roar.
Let the world hear my glorious sound.

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Rise – One

I’ll be posting the poems from my mini-collection, Rise, here, probably daily. I hope you enjoy them. 

 

One

May hope blossom
From the scars they left.

For every bit of pain
They tried to withdraw
May love come in and restore.

May peace be your companion
For time without end.

May everything in your life from now
Be nothing but the best.

 

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Thank you to Kuda Mukudu aka @Thee_Kuda for the cover art.

 

 

Don’t Forget the Sun

A few months ago, I made a declaration that this year would be my year of “YAAAAAS”. A crazier way of saying “My Year of Yes”. Inspired by Shonda Rhimes and her awesomeness – along with a lot of reflective moments of where I’d like to see my life headed.

I’d dedicated this year to embracing opportunities that may scare me, making changes I wouldn’t usually make…basically, I’ve been all about trying new things.

In the past few months, I’ve watched my life go from one level to the other. It’s amazing how one conscious decision can change everything.

I’m not here to write about the amazing things that have happened, though. No. That’s for December. I might need several blog posts for that, though.

One thing I have learned – really learned – is that with every awesome thing that has come, a great amount of responsibility has followed. And it stayed.

Adulting (‘being an adult’) came at me so fast. I was not ready. Balancing it with schoolwork? Worse.

I’d reached a point of being with my laptop wherever I went – bed, class, cafes, even church.

The only thing on my mind was “I need to work.” I no longer saw anyone because… work.

And everyone understood. They saw the bags under my eyes. They were victims to my snappish moods and strange behaviour – nothing major, just arguing with myself and pulling out my hair. Not too bad…right?

Anyway.

It was my uni’s Spring Festival last week. I’d resolved to miss the entire thing. Because…work. Deadlines. “Adulting.”

Spring Fest would just have to wait until next year. Until last Friday came. Long story short, I went to Spring Fest. I made noise. Got hyper. Ate food. Almost got into fight with other adults over a rollercoaster. Found myself at colour fest, jumping around and dancing like I’d never danced before.

Meanwhile, my phone was buzzing with alerts. Deadlines upon deadlines. Appointments upon appointments. But I did not care.

That weekend, something in me snapped, and I realized that I needed to have some fun.

It reminded me of something in Shonda Rhimes’ book, Year of Yes.

“Yes is meant to feel like the sun.”

I hadn’t felt the sun in ages. I hadn’t felt the warmth…the laughter…the sun, man.

The best way to describe it. I may have been in the light, but I wasn’t paying attention. Immersed in awesome but all I was seeing was the burdens…the work…the pain.

So I decided to flip the switch and just…stand in the sun. Soak it all in. Embrace it with my whole being. Laugh. Jump around. Get all kinds of colours all over me.

For that moment, I chose to forget about the “have-to-dos”…and I chose to stand and breathe and feel the light and warmth. Not only feel it, but carry it along with me.

It is so easy to get caught up in the madness. It is painlessly easy to stay running on the hamster wheel. It’s easy to forget that this life we live…it needs warmth. It needs light. It needs fun too.

Your fun might not be surrounding yourself with dozens of people and powdered colours. But that’s okay. Your fun does not need to be my fun. What matters is that you are having fun.

What matters is that you are laughing. That you’re living. That your breaths are filled with relief, and love, and joy.

That the lines on your face are from smiling. That your body is filled with warmth.

You need it. You deserve it.

Sure, the work needs to be done. The grind needs to be lived. The world needs to be tackled with strength and focus.

But every now and then…it is good to throw everything aside, step outside and soak in the sun. Whatever your sun may be — as long as it brings you good. No harm here. Your wellbeing matters.

That’s all I’d like to drop today.

I have a couple of things to do. But first… the sun.

Have a great weekend everyone**

Don’t forget the sun…

 

Rise: A collection

This collection was written in a day but it took a couple of weeks for me to realize what I wanted to do with it. As short as it is, believe me when I say I poured a lot into this collection.

This is for the heart. All hearts. You will find something in here for you. This is for you. Who is “You”? The person reading it. Where you read “I”…read it as if it were you.

This is about victory. This is about healing. This about being the amazing person you were created to be. This is about identity. This is about standing proud. This is about love.

It is about the “after”. After the falls. After the tears. The light that has come.

I hope and pray that the light from this collection, comes into contact with your heart, and amazing things come from it 🙂

Share it. Send a message to me if you would like to discuss it.

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Twitter: @FayMeIs

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Bless you ❤

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Journey out of the Uncomfortable: Speaking Up

I’m not a fan of confrontation. Conflict, confrontation, disagreements…the very thought of such gives me a tummy ache.

So I’d keep quiet and often keep my views and opinions to myself in order to avoid landing myself in trouble – on social media and in real life. I’d just stay in my own space and let the talkers do the talking.

Sure, I’d get riled up when someone would say or post something awful. Or I’d want to talk about something that would probably end up in an intense discussion. But I’d always put off talking about those things or responding. The thought of someone talking back, made me anxious.

But after several years of doing this, I realized that my silence wasn’t helping anything. If anything, it made things worse for me. How would I expect anything to change if I wasn’t willing to contribute to it? How would people know if something is wrong if I wasn’t telling them? It’s unfair to expect people to just ‘know’ when something is wrong. It makes life easier if you just say, “Hey, help. I’m not okay.”

I have to tell myself that. Every day. Because I tend to end up having horrible breakdowns as a result of bottling things up and trying to be a hero. I’ve long let go of trying to be a hero. Trying to be ‘strong’ on my own. I can’t do it. I’ve learned to embrace the beautiful people in my life, and actually speak up and let them know when I need help.

I’ve learned to speak up. Use my voice. It’s there for a reason. And that reason is not ‘to keep it hidden’.

I was watching Grey’s Anatomy a few weeks ago and one part of the show has remained on my mind since then. One of the doctors, a lady, had been shut down by a lot of the more..senior doctors. This happened all the time. Until this moment in this episode: As she was tending to a patient, a male doctor stormed into the room and started yelling at her. He overrode her decision and started to berate her. Suddenly, she snapped and let her voice out. She put the doctor in his place, and continued with helping the patient. I replayed that part so many times. It resonated with me.

It reinforced a conversation I’d had with myself earlier. That it was time to speak up. To be unashamed. To be unapologetic. To be open to hearing other people’s views, but not quick to change my own ‘because someone said so’.

I realized that it would mean I’d be opening myself to criticism and debates. But that’s nothing to be afraid of. Actually, this fear thing has to go too. Because it’s hindered me from doing so much. And I don’t want to be someone who looks back on their ‘days of youth’ and sigh and say “If only I was braver…”

No way.

So I may trample on a few toes. Upset a few mentalities. Encounter trolls. But that’s okay.

As much as I’ll speak, I’ll also listen. And if a  place of agreement cannot be reached, keep it moving.

Life’s too short to remain in a box for the sake of other people’s comfort.

Way too short.