Pills | A Short Story

I wake up to darkness in my small Gambian room. I roll over, reach under my pillow, grab my phone, and flip it over.    2:20am. The wind blows my sheer curtains up and I hear the chirping of crickets echo into my room. I focus on the curtains—they resemble ghosts at night. Seeping through…

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Time.

“Time heals”   said love. As she wrapped herself around me, and promised a better future. Overtime, I’ve learned the true power of time. I’ve learned to trust it. It sometimes feels like it’s working against us, but once we harness its power we learn to co-exist with it. Time has also taught me the…

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Defined Love.

So this is love?   One that exist within me. One that doesn’t need reassurance from others.   Wow.   It’s beautiful. It’s amazing how this body now carries a healed soul. I intend to care for it. Nourish it. Love it. Cherish it.   This carrier will continue to strengthen this soul until it…

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Broken/healed.

She cried so much– too much, for you. Wishing these days would not be as blue.   She prayed her heart would heal itself. As life split apart on an open shelf.     Yes, you may be heartbroken by family, partners, or friends. But the beautiful thing about the human body is its capability…

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Inner Peace.

Surround yourself in nature, in pureness, in the heart.   Engage in what makes you happy, serene, in your element.   Follow what excites you, shapes you, changes you, makes you feel alive.   Live in the moment present, ever-lasting, in tranquility.   The amount of intentional solitude I’ve done these past few months has…

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Reasons.

I let you move into better spaces.   Entrances with her utter beauty.   The pain was on purpose, I needed you to leave.   You deserved love– something I couldn’t give.   Some things are meant to be– others not so much.       Pinterest Photo ©aishaadams2019

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Retrograde.

Gratitude wraps around my chest embraces my breasts and heals my soul. After years of pain, regret, torment, and guilt my soul can brighten this body– I am finally whole.   We may feel lost, maybe broken– but not for long. The universe works in unpredictable ways, swift and soft like your favourite song. I…

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November Nights.

On nights like this, this heart trembles. Pounding the door that holds my peace. Fear– with fists closed, violates the walls I put up for myself.   I wish I did not let her in.   But on nights like this, I hold the door open. Knowing she will slip through and give me something…

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