Battlefield of the Mind
Tag: Psychology
Trust the Process
I have been a working Artist officially since 2015 at the launch of my small business and it has been a tough journey. I have shown my work throughout the Puget Sound and met amazing people touched by my work. My heart is full when I remember the results of my labor.
Unfortunately, the joy of creating and the impact my work has made within my community has rarely been monetarily compensated. This fact has made it difficult to fund my work through the years.
It is a struggle to express the importance of my work as an Artist to those closest to me. The years I’ve invested in my craft are life changing and I have grown as a person through the varied obstacles and challenges faced. Although I have yet to be financial successful in my craft, to create art is like breathing so to stop is absurd.
To those fellow Artist establishing your niche in the world and in hope of your big break…I say Bravo to being what we call in Statistics the Outlier.
I may be one in thousands but my light shines so bright anyone can see.
Upward and onward….and like my former advisor told me once as a budding Psych student at Tacoma Community College, “ upward mobility”.
Hello It’s Me
Loneliness comes at any given moment
Like a glorious horizon
A gloomy storm ahead
You never know what comes next
You insist to cry in bed
Your world seems so cold and dark
You feel all alone
Maybe it’s something to cherish
Even though you cannot bare it
Get to know
Who’s really behind those eyes…?
It’s ok to cry
Look at the brighter side
Happiness
Remember life’s fun times
Learn from your mistakes
Maybe then from your loneliness
You will choose to wake.
Perspective
There is what you see, what I see, what we see, what he or she sees, what they see, and what is….hmmmm
Break Out the Box
My Uncle once told me…doubt my doubts…hmmm so if I doubt my doubts then there are no doubts. If there are no doubts then the only thing in my way is me…so then it is a matter of putting one foot in front of the other. Now back to the original question…
Silence Is Deadly
The insidious killer of hopes and dreams…the silence of those you love…abandonment...detaching themselves from you the connections of touch being loved want nothing but distance cold indifference to your need for intimacy or…the sound of your voice talking please let me be in my silent mental agony to breathe stressful despair while disappointments strangle the life out of wanting something better like fetters these thoughts of angst crush the beauty of dying day…oh let love wash over me again washing a way the filthy stench of rejections self-reflections of all I wished I could be as if this is my last day on the earth see coming up short every time never standing still my heart beats beats beats slowly becomes like steel to the realities of this harsh life or people with this life flowing through them why are you pushing me away why hold on to pain why looking into to these hands these hands that reach out to comfort these hands that need to be held by you lead me through this dark valley of bones choking back my tears fighting to believe what I believe is words can kill or words can heal my beloved’s words are like medicine to my wounded heart thirsty for a drink of you thoughts.
1/30/2013
Looking Back
Looking back in order to discern intricate life lessons
Presently the world spinning contemplation
Future waiting to be tapped
Limitless possibilities
Conflicts and Resolutions
Take two steps slide
Reconstruction of my mind
Expansion
Inundation of knowledge
Increases forming dendrites
Producing actions
Pulse of energy traveling down the axon sending messages through the synaptic gap
Transformation higher heights
Destination impact
Liberation of past regrets
Collaboration
Community development
Historical preservation
Through oral forms
Beauty is in the eyes
Photographic imprints
Kaleidoscope Rhythm on canvas
Cultural diversity
Daughter of the hill not a place ideal
Made it through the cracks
Not ashamed to look back
Reach out and touch mamma, grandmamma, and them
A specially designed gift to this world
Encompassing the dreams and prayers of many generations
My purpose
Transformational leadership
Shattering all statistical data
What’s the matter?
African pride indeed
Nubian Princess
Wrapped in the garment of this beautiful wilderness
Home of my native ancestor’s
Mighty Spirit breathe on me that I might speak tongues of other lands
Transference of cultural messages
Jambo, Hola, Koneechiwa, Gootentag, Chawucha
Est-ce que vous parler francais?
Oui, Je suis parler francais
Mixture of many voices
Creates the anthem song
We’ve come this far by faith
Peace be still
Steady on the rock
A catalyst for change
Staring down the harden eyes of disdain
Nooses are not for necks but for holding ships in place on docks receiving exports
So I import this thought to you change has come
SABREEHNA S. ESSIEN 