Author: Jynx Frostbyte

I am an acquired taste.

Self-isolation

As I watch from my tower,

a world crumbling at the hands

of an enemy that no one can see,

I gaze from my balcony and wonder…

Is this why I am alone, so high up?

Where no one can touch me,

or hurt me or see me.

I am safe

while everyone else scrambles

to fill their homes with perishables

that they know will not last,

to stop their children from leaving

while they terrorise them with their fear,

to pillage and raid each store

in preparation to avoid others.

But in doing so,

all they do is for nought

because they are exposing themselves

to the enemy.

They can’t grasp that this enemy

has no face,

but suddenly every neighbour, friend or foe

is dubbed a danger;

has no voice,

but every tremor of a person’s chest

as they expel discomfort

is a call for death,

has no preference,

but your preparation will be your salvation,

were it not for your fear

which made you reckless.

From a distance, in my ivory tower,

I watch the whole world burn.

Though everyone thinks I am a damsel,

I think I’m the one with all the power.

Small Things

Some mornings, I lie in bed tired from the night before and wonder at the possibilities of today.

Some days are bad and all days have the potential to be bad but I’m not going to let myself worry about having the day turn bad because that in itself is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

So I’d lie in bed and think of all the things that would make me happy that day. It doesn’t always work, but it helps prepare you to have a bright day ahead.

It’s honestly the small things in life that make life worth living. If you can appreciate the small things, then the big things makes it all the more worth it.

The Darkest Place

I’m in the darkest place
right now.
Maybe I’ve fallen in
this finite space
of infinite darkness.
I can’t see anything
past the madness
that creates all these shadows
but how can that be?
How is it possible
for me to see
more darkness within the blackness?
Maybe all I’m doing
is watching the dark
for the monsters that I’m hearing
that may never come.
But for all I know,
I could be the only monster here.

A Process

Some days, I accomplish more than I could ever imagine.

Other days, I feel like nothing I did would help me accomplish anything. On these days, I remind myself that not every task is the same. Some tasks will require more time than others, and there’s nothing wrong with taking your time to do it correctly – rather than wasting time doing it twice because you rushed the first time and missed something.

At the end of the day, I have to remember that it is a process and that gaining an inch rolling a boulder uphill is still better than not moving at all.

Nothing Remains

I am no stranger,
though you treat me like one.
You used to treat me like your sister
but whatever connection we had, now there’s none.
We used to laugh till we’re out of breath
with too many inside jokes that had no end,
but now we stand as still as death
where we buried the titles of “best friend”.
Those jokes won’t hear another laugh
and those talks we had, we’ll never have again
because you are no longer my other half
and of this friendship, nothing remains.

Take A Rest Day

On some days,
getting out of bed
proves to be a difficult task
and pretty much impossible.
Your body could feel weak
and your mind could be tired.
The sleep you just had,
it barely helped.
The exhaustion you feel
keeps you in that bed.

For those days,
maybe you should
let yourself stay in bed.
Take it as a rest day –
call in sick,
then don’t think about
work or school,
homework or meetings.
Just rest and let yourself heal.
Stay in and eat takeout
as you watch your favourite movie.
Take a very long shower
and maybe give yourself a facial.
Wear only your pyjamas
and do everything that relaxes you.
And if what relaxes you
is doing nothing,
then do that too.

Just as long as you
make a promise to yourself
to use that day off
as the motivation to
get out of bed the next day.

Monsoon

Where I come from, we don’t have winter – instead we have monsoon.

As a little girl, it was my favourite time of the year because I didn’t have to leave the house.

As an adult, my sentiments have yet to change. Even now, I’d sit on the swing to watch the clouds transition; I’d listen to the winds as they started to make music with the wind chimes hanging from my mom’s balcony; and when the time is right, I’d wait with my eyes closed for that first drop of rain to touch my face because I knew, even as a little girl, that there was something magical about feeling that first drop hit your face instead of hearing it hit the roof.