Trying to hold it in,
I decorated the walls of my soul in regret,
And like a dark cloud swarming, you came.
Grinding my skull as you pressed me down,
The ash that remains is blown away
And the silence overcomes.
My delicate frame shattered,
I was left with a piercing sound in my mind,
Distorting my composure, it was you.
Every blow that came in contact with my skin,
Every whip that told a different story,
I do everything, but remain with myself to blame.
How you found me was sickening,
So I accepted every blow that was thrown,
Trying to escape the pain,
I allowed you to rewrite my story.
“Do I even see who I thought I was?”
I never tried myself to stand, instead I crawled.
Knees sore enough to bleed when I had only caressed the surface
Hands trembling as I desperately searched for myself
Dark hole in my stomach consuming hope, I stopped trying.
Now, my faint weak smile is all that remains,
The scars on me are a continuous reminder of the pain.
The thought of you and everyone else brings me down,
Here I am- still trying to survive.
Nyamekye's words in poetry 