MY-nd Piece

The mind should be a safe space. 'MY MIND' should be a place of peace, so allow me to take you on a journey, as we explore the mind piece by piece. And with each piece of writing, allow us to explore our mental health in a peculiar, artistic way, each puzzle piece adding to the Real Masterpiece...YOU

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🌌🙈💝

the sky turned and blushed slightly, my gaze landing right on it with pleading eyes. and a heavy heart. i whispered a prayer, asking that my words may be sent up above quicker. swiftly. for many days, i've sat and sighed. waiting. hoping. look at me and understand... the sky turned and blushed slightly, my gaze landing on it with pleading eyes. it knew. the sky knew that something big was approaching.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🌠🐎🎁

if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. so we've been told. so that we don't dare to wish. dream big, feel too much. we're deemed beggars. small, irrelevant. incapable of soaring. being anything. the beggars in life made to walk miles while princes ride for amusement. entertainment. we work centuries for what they receive in a moment. living life with one talent, but we won't bury it in the ground. look at me and understand... if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. so we've been told, but who wants a horse anyway...

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🍼💨💤

to be a child in strong warm arms. my little head laying comfortably on a sharp shoulder. my arms spread out, dangling, gripping with a sleepy might. my mind a journey of thoughts, like clouds and pure rivers of milk. my soft sighs like music, a rhythm that keeps me at peace. a cozy warmth that fills eyes with tears. a moment too perfect for words. a calm too trusting to be comprehended. laying asleep with no cares, scares or nightmares. the only time I felt okay. look at me and understand... to be a child in strong warm arms.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🌔🥀

in a blue moon, my writing is like a dying flower. i watch it grow, and water it. how did it dry out. i place it in the golden sun, all the warmth it can desire. light shines and gives me hope. i watch it grow, and water it. how did it wither. i find a beautiful pot for it, i plucked it out. i want it near me, to see its beauty. i watch it grow, and water it. how did it die. my heart shatters at the sight of it in my hand. it's been saddened. all I did was love it. in a blue moon, my writing is like a dying flower. look at me and understand... but it is still here.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

👻🤍💤

my heart is the ghost in my room. it shares my pain and hopes with me. when the sun goes down, taking life with it, i lay down. eyes closed. heart beating. i hardly dream, i barely see the things i desire or fear. i just lay there and listen. my heart drums a story. it forces me to envision the life my mind sometimes drifts off to. does that prove its existence. it feels real, my desires that is. or are they disguised fears. my heart is the ghost in my room, and it tells me everything. a fortune teller. it shares my pain and hopes with me. and i just lay down. eyes closed. heart beating. look at me and understand... i hope, and my heart hopes with me.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🦅🌌💌

oh to be free. to soar like an eagle. to seek what the heart truly desires, wishful thinking. to leave the box. the comfort zone, it was never real anyway. to discover more. to see how big the world is. to explore, where i am shouldn't be the borderline. my dreams stretch further than any sky limit. to go beyond. to find peace, happiness. to find love. look at me and understand... oh to be free. how i long to be free.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🌺🌌💨🎶💖

how did i not notice how beautiful the flowers are. how they differ in colour, swaying in the wind. growing in the oddest places. how is it that i never noticed how the wind blows. the secrets it carries from one corner of the earth to the next. the smell of rain from the furthest parts. how did i not see the sky. the stories it tells from up above. how the clouds seek out too much attention sometimes, and how the different lights make a colourful spotlight for the sky. my attention on you. how is it that i found this song late. its melodies calming a part of me that once wept to sleep in silence. my heart feels the connection. and how then is it that i still haven't met you. though my heart longs for you without quite knowing your face. how i'm reminded of you in all the love songs i hear. all the memories we're yet to share. i patiently sit back and wait, our story will be so beautiful. look at me and understand... how did i not notice how beautiful the flowers are. they too, remind me of you.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🌠🏰

looking back at where i’ve come, i feel a small shiver that makes me wonder how i've outlived all my most painful moments. moments i was sure i'd never survive, yet here i am telling the very tale. being the lead in my story is a childhood dream locked away with the castles, magic wands, and a prince charming that comforted me and made the future a place i longed to be. but the more my days stretch on in this life, i am pushed into a realisation of my place as a secondhand character of little importance. holding on tightly to the nostalgic nothingness and numbness of my sad story. every night, i sit still wondering if i, too, can chase the stars and live to boast about it. and every time i'm at war with myself, i realise that it might not look it or feel it. but i always win. look at me and understand... looking back at where i'm coming from, i turn to look ahead because that's where i plan to stay.

[nothingspecialjustasoul]

You built the walls high enough to block the storm but now you can't feel the sun either - unknown

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🌊🐦

a thousand thoughts in my head. how do i carry on. how do i move forward. i'm like a little stream that goes down a hill. into the ocean it goes, then transforms into more little streams. i find myself thinking thoughts that lead to a much bigger flow. the process continues, on and on, till the ocean dries. but i don't want that. how do i carry on. how do i move forward. look at me and understand... in another life, maybe i can be, a bird set free.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

☀️👣🏆

the journey is always our biggest dread. yes, it is always the walk to success that we hate the most. the walk home on a hot summer day before reaching our humble oasis. forgetting the purpose of the gentle stroll, focusing solely on the heat over the gifts presented before our eyes. the beauty of the trees and flowers. how they grow and wave. the teasing of the breeze, as if it knows when the heat is truly unbearable and we're in need of little relief. or even the friend or neighbour who's health is well. the existence of those around us who we know not, but are also on a path of their own. bearing the sun on their backs in their own walk to success. look at me and understand... that walk is important. it is the story.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🐐🌪️💭

i sat in my room today, like every day, doing nothing, with nothing particular to do. conversations swirl like whirlwinds in my mind, words from peers, from those i know. a party downtown, drinks on me. they speak of ecstasy, faked by drugs. the competition, once about videogames and high scores, now measures how high each of us can get. the higher you go, the more they praise you, or laugh at you. you’re the goat when you lose your mind and act the part. cigarettes in one hand, drinks in the other, we crave nothing but being cool. and we call these things normal? look at me and understand… i sat in my room, and when life turns its ugly face on me, i try my best not to drown myself in things that will only hurt me.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

🍃☁️

the sky feels shy today. hiding behind a curtain of clouds. big ones, small ones. dark and fluffy. the sky plays hide and seek. games to keep us entertained, chilled a bit. the plans made cause the wind to swirl in excitement, huffing and puffing all around us. raising coats, dresses, and small smiles. it's fun to see that level of joy, except the missing sun. look at me and understand... the joy is lovely, but the wind today loves the world a little too loudly.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

i like looking at the stars. they remind me of the hope carried in the dark, how strange it is… that the smallest lights can soften the heaviest nights. how something so far away can still reach us, still whisper quietly that darkness is never truly empty. the sky stretches endlessly, scattered with quiet promises, each star burning patiently against the cold. they do not rush. they do not fade at the first shadow. they simply remain… steady, glowing, waiting to be seen. and sometimes i wonder if we are meant to be like them — small lights learning to shine through the dark, even when the night feels endless. so when the world feels too heavy, when the silence grows louder than your thoughts, lift your eyes to the sky… then look at me and understand… even in the deepest night, there will always be something — or someone — shining gently beside you.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

●○•°

i can only hold on to the stars in your sky. in life's overwhelming darkness, i trust dearly in the secrets you share with the moon. prayers you pass on to keep the pain at bay, to stop me from being consumed by the shadows i've grown too close to. those stars you share with me, i'll never forget. and i promise to one day, give you all of mine. look at me and understand... you're my light, merci.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

{~♡~}

to my one and only. my love. in difficult times. times of testing, times of pain, chin up. you can conquer it all. my love. even with a heart filled with sadness. still grieving the darkness, learn to smile through the storms. my love. even when you feel behind. last place in life's many races, close your eyes. breathe softly. look at me and understand... through each and every journey. good and bad, you will always be, my love.

your love.

[nyasha-muganiwa]

♡♡○●○♡♡

what is the distance compared to our love. what is it we fear. the risk of jumping into yet another unknown, space. and time. the physical is of less importance compared to what flows within us. that is true love. look at me and understand... we could be worlds apart, unaware of each other. yet deep inside, our love continues to grow, through the distance.