Drowning in the depth of my mental
Its hard to breathe deeply
I struggle to find my peace of mind.
Its shrouded in anxiety.
I want to die
then I wouldn’t have to straddle the middle,
masquerading as a strong African woman.
How will I ever find the balance I feel at times
When surrounded by trees?
Free from the urban market flows.
Noisy, polluted confusion over takes my mind.
Mystical levels lay beyond the living.
I believe I will find my peace of mind in the darkness
Its calling me,
come home, come now.
But how will I go?
I wish to depart on a peaceful note
but there is a storm inside, I feel it raging.
Swirling and competing for my psychic energy
I’m afraid I will never find my livity.
It seems so far away and there is always a price to pay.
By Ife Piankhi 2014