Jute Sack

Chapter 1

I was four months old when I lost my dad, too young to care about any other face that was not my mom's. Blissful, blissfully, bliss, words I love using. They mimic the childhood I wished for, even when I was just a child. For as long as I can remember, I put on a… Continue reading Chapter 1

Poetry

Exhausted

Sometimes faith is all we have, in the midst of a chaotic world, hope is our main coping mechanism, Sometimes we have to be our own friend, when there is some much we wish to say but nonexistent beings to share them with, Sometimes we ignore signs that we may need help, afraid of the… Continue reading Exhausted

Poetry

Inact

Reacting to life, is what she did best Unconsciously living, was her daily bread Today she chose to perfect the areas she controlled Today she decided to embark on the long awaited journey of healing See, she bore the pain and burden of many, world's greatest defender always coming to the rescue, Unaware of how… Continue reading Inact

Jute Sack

Intro

I don't want to start by telling you "my life hasn't been easy", so let's kick this off this way: Picture this, a small frail puppy with the courage of a lion, barely teething clinging on to the hope of playing outside but its always raining. The puppy is me and as for the rain,… Continue reading Intro

Poetry

Fire

They asked about you and what you meant to me, I had so little to say, See I've always equated your presence with prosperity and peace, I've always told myself that I would be in a better place of you were still here, If that were the case why do I struggle to explain what… Continue reading Fire

Poetry

Baggage

You don't have to be strong, they said. It's okay to focus on just you, the words that came out of their mouth, Stop defending the world, who is fighting for you, words that got her thinking, She listened, they spoke, in tears as they read her like a book, Barely speaking, she felt a… Continue reading Baggage

Poetry

Wired Realization

Wired to act as if everything is okay in the midst of chaos, Wired to shy away from negativity, as if bad doesn't exist, Wired to display strength, breaking away from those deemed as weak Without realizing, we feed, condone and fuel triggers, Without realizing it, we tell the oppressed and troubled that they aren't… Continue reading Wired Realization

Poetry

Enough

Thought she was fine, blissfully going about her day, Thought she was getting better, unconsciously smiling from ear to ear, Thought it was all over, able to resume as if nothing happened, All it took was a little disappointment, one bestowed on by her intellect reminding her that she can do better, All it took… Continue reading Enough

Poetry

What’s going on…

Getting out of bed is much harder these day, could just be the weather Showing lone signs, reminiscing warmer days, Getting out is alot more challenging, could just be my physic Displaying additional weight, crippling mobility, conjuring stillness, ... Got up this morning, motivating my psyche to allow my physic to raise above these sheets,… Continue reading What’s going on…

Poetry

Sometimes

Sometimes she let's herself freeze as a reminder that life is worth living, Unable to anticipate tomorrow as always been a trigger, The thought of willingly diving into the unknown that's called life... Sometimes she allows herself to feel, ticking a box of the human trait called emotions Unbothered by the labels bond to be… Continue reading Sometimes