Quiet Death

Quiet Death

i stared into vacancy
seeing nothing
feeling nothing
there was numbness
a complete loss of sensation
i was breathing rapidly
sweating, trembling
feeling weak

i drank myself into oblivion
unaware of what’s happening
unconscious of what’s goin’ on
there was silence
i was agonizing
it was heart – wrenching
harrowing, racking

then there goes my quiet death


My book “After Rain Skies – second edition” (a compilation of true and inspiring stories of abuse and violence in prose and poetry) will be out March 8, 2022.

😔💔Women have the right to live free from violence. Let your voice be heard

Join me and the rest of the world in spreading awareness and putting an end to the culture of abuse and violence

Silent War (After Rain Skies, Second Edition)

Silent War

No one doubts that you’re in pain when you’re walking around bleeding. You’re lucky, if someone believes you’re hurt, without you having to forcibly cut off an arm.

Naira was fine. She was perfect. There wasn’t a scratch on her. She was just about to throw herself off the top of a high-rise, that was all. And what was so special about that?

Everyone had problems. Anyone who thought their problems deserved attention just wasn’t trying hard enough to solve them. Right?

War was hard. Poverty was hard. Going out to break you’re back trying to make money was hard. But when war is at the doorstep, what do you expect to do?” Stand still and be quiet?

Marriage? You couldn’t possibly be complaining about being married. You wanted to be married, didn’t you? Learning your partner’s personality, his tendencies, his flaws. That was your responsibility, wasn’t it?

No one asks for international tensions. No one leaves his mother’s womb asking Allah to make him poor. But you, you made a choice, gave a vow. It was a commitment no one forced you into. You deal with it.

He never even hit you. Why are you unhappy? Others have it worse, Naira. Other women get new bruises every day. Do you see them leaving their husbands? That’s right.

You deal with the yelling. And the things he says. In front of your parents, in front of your brothers and sisters, in front of your co-workers. What was the worst they could do anyway? They were just words.

See, you’re fine. Naira, you’re perfect. Not a scratch on you. In all of ten years, not a bruise on you. And—

You’re tired. And that’s okay. You did everything you could.

It’s time to make yourself well.

All relationships lie somewhere in the middle of healthy and unhealthy at any given time. That’s why it’s important to identify the patterns and behaviors of our own relationships. Because relationships that visit the unhealthy area one too many instances tend to like to stay there.

For Reena’s

“After Rain Skies” (a compilation of true and inspiring stories of abuse and violence) will be out in all platforms worldwide on MARCH 8, 2022.

After Rain Skies (second edition)

poetrybymich 🥺Women have the right to live free from violence. Let your voice be heard

💛After Rain Skies (second edition) – Releasing March 8, 2022) 💛

Kayla would have been just a manufactured memory to her family, friends, and children, had she not taken the courage to walk away from her abusive husband.

 She found out she could leave only after he tried to kill her.

Let there be no more Kayla, let every woman live a life they deserve.

Together let us join the rest of the world in celebrating the hero in every woman, this MARCH 2022

Yes! There’s no place for complacency.

 Sadly though none of us will probably witness the end of the culture of violence in our lifetimes, and nor likely will many of our children.

 But, we can all play a part.

Women have the right to live free from violence.

Let your voice be heard



we could argue overnight for the rest of our lives
we could go on blame throwing in streak of fives
but baby there is no denying between our pride
and our love, the latter takes on by landslide

we could squabble over petty trivial matter
we could bring on particular details to be clear
but baby we’ve loved each other even before we knew
that love exists between two friends in feud

we could be crazy and wait for decades more
we could be silly and let things get loose further
but baby we we knew we can’t afford to squander
more years and more memories as we ponder

we could persistently ignore the reality
we could always care less with brutality
but baby we knew we are both miserable apart
for our lives evolve around us together to start

so baby trust me when i say we were never friends to begin with
i’ve loved you for years and years and will love you for more years
i’d say the cheesiest line you’d probably hear
please don’t laugh hear me when i say

“make me the happiest poet in the world and spend the rest of your life with me”

A Zombie Life of Its Own

A Zombie Life of Its Own
(A whimsical poetic zombie tale)

i remember writing poetry through a typewriter
beating deadlines back then as a campus journalist.
computer was born nearly when i was ’bout to finish school
from floppy diskette to cd to usb and heaven knows
what will come next.
now beating the deadline is as easy as 1 2 3 or buying
an ice cream at your nearest ice cream parlor.
thanks to, high speed computer and internet connections.
i just have one concern ‘though my fingers get tired and weary
so i am not sure if i can call it a blessing or a curse.
as everyday my tiny little fingers seem to get a zombie
life of its own it just can’t stop typing words and verses
lines and stories and poems and essays.
sometimes i get so scared as my fingers don’t just have a zombie life of its own
rather it has a mind of its own, that even when my mind shuts down
it never stops writing …..
words just came flowing…
thoughts just came rolling…


A child who has experienced complex trauma will have difficulty identifying, expressing, and managing emotions.


i am a child of lies
and compromises
of insults
and agonizing cries
of concealed truths
and broken promises

i am a sole witness
to how a once supposed
great love story
turned into
a disgusting
and spiteful relationship

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/02/17/reenas-xploration-challenge-218/

The Moon

The Moon

the moon envy my midnight soul
for it shines brightly as it ever had
now that your heart has been thawed
from being frozen for so long
without even knowing why
without even asking why
but one thing is sure my dear
your unfrozen heart has made my soul
euphoric and alive and ecstatic
that even the moon has been jealous of



everything about her is a lie
starting off with her big charming smile
down to her notorious strong profile
and her perfectly empowered life.

everything about her is a lie
she covered it with her sweetest glow
hiding all the pains of being beaten so low
of silently wanting to scream out loud.

everything about her is a lie
she had to make a false show
a pretense for everyone to know
that she is better than being okay.

everything about her is a lie
and maybe one day she’ll
learn to figure out the hell
she is trapped with for long.

I Wish Valentines Day Is Just Another Day

Happy Valentines Day, dear poets and friends. 🧡 Do you ever feel that Valentine’s Day is just a product of our creative imagination made possible by brilliant marketing strategy?

I Wish Valentine’s Day Is Just Another Day

i wish Valentine’s Day is just a product of the creative imagination
of poets and creatives alike
to generate monetary compensation
and to further their pursuit of recognition and epic breakthrough
but it isn’t.

and so this day is just another epic day reminder
“whatever happened to us?”
another day for regrets and blame throwing
“where did i go wrong?”
another day for what if’s and what could have been’s
just another day.

i wish Valentine’s Day is just a product of the creative imagination
of poets and creatives alike so that i won’t be sitting here alone
counting the years and counting the times
it could have been me, you celebrating Valentine’s Day with over romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant
but it wasn’t me.

and so this day is just another day full of remorse and guilt
had i been brave enough to fight for my love, would i end up holding your hand today?
another day to feel sorry for all that i was and all that i failed to do
just another day.

i wish Valentine’s Day is just another ordinary day
so that i don’t need to go through over and over again, feeling the pain of not being the one chosen, of not being the one loved
of not being the one you celebrated Valentine’s Day with for the last years or so.

For Sadje’s https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/14/what-do-you-see-121-february-14-2022/