Wild hope, Donna Ashworth, page 153
Anxiety
Do not sleep with Worry
Do not sleep with WorryWorry is no good in BedHe will interrupt your slumberSpinning dramas like a webHe will plant seeds in your gardenThey will strangle all you've grownPulling roots up from your flowerbedsTo make room there for his ownHe will take your precious memoriesAnd paint them murky greyHe will meet your inner childAnd send … Continue reading Do not sleep with Worry
Tea, always.
A slow afternoon. It’s raining.A romantic drizzle, a cool breeze. It’s daydream-perfect. The mug can be refilled as many times as I like. I’m sitting on the porch. The neighborhood is quiet, prayers from the nearby mosques fill the wet air. There’s magic in the rain—or so I believe. I made a new friend today, … Continue reading Tea, always.
Revolt
Once, when I was a kid, I wondered what happened after we turned off the TV. Where did the small people go? What did they do until morning, when they had to perform again? I was a kid—I said it. But now, the question is different: What do we do when the performances never stop? … Continue reading Revolt
A monologue
(Lights up. A lone figure, mid-thirties maybe, sits at a table, phone in hand. She sighs, puts the phone down, and starts talking—not to anyone in particular. Maybe to herself. Maybe to us.) You know, today... I write just to stop myself from scrolling.Insta-land. Meta-land. Scroll-ville. Whatever we’re calling it now.I’m trying to escape it, … Continue reading A monologue
Wintering.2
Write a love letter to your winter self—the version of you that withdraws, slows down, and rests. Dear wintering self, Take your time to rest—it’s okay, truly. You’ve been doing your part: working hard, showing up, day after day. You even make space to greet your dear friends with warmth. But today, you're home. You're … Continue reading Wintering.2
Reunion.2
Walking into that reunion, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Twenty-five years had passed since I last sat in that classroom, surrounded by friends who spoke a language I barely understood yet welcomed me anyway. Would they remember me? Had I left a mark? Why had I come at all? And yet, the moment I … Continue reading Reunion.2
Tired
I woke up tired this morning, I showed up to the word with a heaviness I can't explain. I'm short tempered, many things irritated me today. It's tiresome. My mind is so full of fear and worry, I kinda laughed myself when I said all is well, you're good enough. To re- direct my mind, … Continue reading Tired
Barista
So today you're paying a visit for me... Ok.. never set a schedule, you're always surprising, and make me half-paralyzed. Fear and Deep anxiety, I cannot say I'm happy to see both of you today but, have a seat. I believe you have something important to tell me. I think you want to tell me … Continue reading Barista
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