He who has seen the darkness shall create his own light

“Into the abyss of darkness, I had to choose between falling forever and clutching the thorns. Notwithstanding their blazes breaking through my bones to be lifted to where no woundless can ever go. Making my shield from the encountered obstacles, wounded tears and broken heart all through the journey. Since darkness reveals what the sun probably doesn’t know. He who has seen the darkness shall create his own light.”

Once upon a dream

 

Road to realities are envisioned before seen

What are destinies but rapine of dreams?

My heart holds a dream, my mind dares not

Arise to reality until it fills the slot

 

I’ve dwelt the dream I’ve paced the path

Of sweat and blood, to joy from wrath

Reaching afar – I looked the door

To all realities that’ve become never more

 

Where my foe cheered before my friend

As -In history – my name is penned

“Once upon a dream”, reality was riven

Beholding nights & days fulfilling my vision

 

 (C) Mahinour Tawfik

 

 

Dark Secret’s Review by Open book society

http://openbooksociety.com/article/dark-secrets-by-mahinour-tawfik-book-review/

Brought to you by OBS Reviewer Scott

Synopsis: darksecretsfrontcoverfinal
A collection of 70 dark poems about depression, pain, sorrow, betrayal and self harm, heartbreak, and loneliness.

Review: 

Dark Secrets is many things at once. Despair, hope, death, love, acceptance are just a few of the themes in this deftly written book of poetry. Tawfik, I’d have to admit, paints her canvas very dark – this is a gloomy, depressing journey. As the author herself was clinically depressed and suicidal before finding her love in poetry and that the book of poems written shortly after or during a crisis, one can only imagine the depths of horror these poems cover in the silence between words. These – literally psychobibliotherapeutical – poems run the gamut of Mahinour’s rollercoaster emotions  and touch the dark shadows that lie within us all when the light starts to fade to blue.

The book is meticulously well written if, as mentioned before, depressing. It’s not just a book of poems either. It carries an almost prose-like structure in that it is a novel, with direction, split into five chapters, each chapter carrying within it a snapshot of life during a period of crisis, finding love, receiving that first glimmer of hope, and acceptance of this flawed construct of the world the way it is. The depression, however, seems to be Tawfik’s weakness and strength; it takes a lot of mustering up of energy to be immersed in a visual field, through the lenses of depression; yet it is only through this journey that we get these words at all.

The poems, in and of themselves, are well written – not T.S. Eliot material, by any sense of the word – but delightful in their own way. For example they shine in use of diction, the subtle interplay of word meaning, and conveying their individual messages extremely well. Some are bright, some are really depressing, and some leave you hanging by a thread. Collected the way they are, one has a different lens to peer through within each ‘chapter’ of the ‘novel.’ If it’s the structure that first grab the reader’s attention, then it’s the tone of the poems that set the mood, and the echoes of the past tell the ‘tale’ of each stage in Mahinour’s experiences.

As a modicum of psychobibliotherapy is inherent in most poetry, here the reader is hit with the unabashed ‘truth’ in poetry – life written down in the words written, but more importantly, in the words not written. Given that the author suffers from chronic depression, and has been suicidal, one can safely assume that all the poems themes are going to encompass a range of negative emotions and pent up anger, that exposes the bleached white underbelly of the bloated, beached carcass that all people carry deep within. The poems do strike a chord and resonate with the reader but at the expense of writing poignant poetry to an audience that has had similar life experiences.

For the reader who enjoys psychobibliotherapeutic snapshots or simply verse and rhyme, this is definitely a book for you. For the person who doesn’t mind treading the dark recesses of human emotion, this is definitely a sale. Either way Dark Secrets is the go-to for a smaller venue of readers however for people who are going, or have gone, through a crisis or know someone going through one, this book will let you know that you aren’t alone. Everyone should be able to relate to at least one of the poems in this book, as we all have that dark side we keep in check, or have lost control of somewhere in our lives.

*OBS would like to thank the publisher for supplying a free copy of this title in exchange for an honest review*

 

 

Love

One is born in the quest for love
But what’s love but pain and woe
Painters and poets all speak of
Before the end, most drown below

Diamond stars in dreamy skies
Raindrops falling on cupid’s arrows
Thunder falls and the angel dies
Ruby red the painting goes

On the balcony Juliet awaiting Romeo
To beat the kindred – grasp her heart
but through her blood, poisons flew
Romeo flees before the battle ‘d start

© Mahinour Tawfik

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Once upon a Life

Once upon a Life
 
Within oceans of emptiness
Pursuing a shore but afraid to find
Desperate for soundness
How can I when it’s undefined?
 
Is it the deep or the shore?
And I am fleeing either
Into whirlwinds of a rotten core
Beneath depths of despair, went deeper
 
Where my remnants laid fragile
In a void, that life was once a synonym
Beseeching the reaper to end the battle
For I can neither sink nor swim
 
© Mahinour Tawfik
December 3 , 2016

Guest – Mahinour Tawfik

It’s an honor to having my anti-suicide poem “Guest” featured on CTU blog

Creative Talents Unleashed

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Guest

Standing at a funeral, all, in sorrow, was dressed

Soaked in sorrow as the verses were read

Pondering in the still, how much the girl is blessed

{When my time comes,

Loneliness will be my one and only guest}

 Ignorant of her name but the incident was tragic

{Taking her life}, they said, {can’t seem further from logic}

Would they’ve said that, upon a long walk in her shoes

Standing up to fall into much deeper blues?

Fighting silent battles to become her worst rival

Doing the time until she had to impose the final

Consciously consensual

After scars grew deeper, its woes seemed perpetual

Certain of life’s ruthlessness,

Never have I been aware that death

Robs lives whilst gathering more debts

From forsaken souls apart from the hearts it shreds

Mourning yesterday, grieving the future they pledged

On my knees beseeching Angel of Death

“Bring her back…

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Ode to baby Kenda

Ode to baby Kenda
© Mahinour Tawfik

Lost in the wilderness
Thinking I’d never find a well
None’s really made a difference
Until I had my river to dwell

All fires witnessed their demise
Glimpses of heaven started to show
Life was sunned by your eyes
Mine has finally decided to glow

Understood its purpose when you babbled
I Knew then I was savored the best
Suddenly I was no longer fragile
As I held you closer to my chest

Warbling some made up lullabies
However lingering after you sleep
For a couple of hours before you rise
Need to hold you before you weep

Heavy eyed, you adorably yawn
Sighing as I tickle your tiny toes
Opening your eyes with my dawn
As your love deep within flows

August 31 , 2016
Dedicated to my #Niece#baby Kenda

 

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