Honey
I miss the feeling of
mental lightness.
Of when my head didn’t feel so heavy.
Of when it didn’t feel like
someone’s dropping a small marble inside my skull
with every anxious thought
up)
building
(slowly
and ultimately snapping my neck
from the unbearable weight.
I want to hold the core understanding of peace of mind
in the center of my heart and lock it in with my ribs.
The peace of having
nothing
but air
swim through the coils of my brain.
The peace that comes from having clarity and sureness
drizzle and drip down my spine like warm, sticky honey.
The peace of not having to run along
side a racing mind,
only to realize
that the only thing I’m running to catch up to is what
I’ve been fighting to hold onto like an escaping firefly:
Control.
-Mustafa
Mustafa '23 is planning on majoring in Sociology with a double minor in Africana Studies and Creative Writing. While he's the editor for the Op/Ed section for The Muhlenberg Weekly, he's also an advocate for marginalized communities, specifically for queer communities and communities of color. He's also a lover of poetry and plans on going into a career of journalism post-college.
Where was this photo taken? It looks amazing!