On the Way to Oz || Original Tune Exploring Mental Health Breakdown and Recovery

with my Ukulele in Central Park – Pics taken by my sister Roxane

“On the way to Oz” deals with how familial and societal pressure contributes to mental health breakdown – and the role of community and empathy into the road of recovery.

Live version of “On the Way to Oz” – Daphné Mia Essiet © All rights reserved.

Lyrics:

There are places we’ll never let ourself go

And to cope we drink, take drugs, have sex, and scroll 

Up and down until we numb ourselves so cold, so cold 

We pretend to enjoy things we don’t care for

And to cope we tell the world how much it cost, 

And we post until we numb ourselves so cold, so cold

Then one day, the chasm between our heart 

And the reality is so wide we can’t breathe

Then one day the pain we subject our soul

chatters our sanity way too deep 

Some believe that money will quiet their wounds 

When in fact it emphasizes their own flaws

And to cope they wander aimlessly 

in virtual reality 

We keep at it despite red flags and the signs 

Trick ourselves into contortionning our mind

Fool ur friends and hide in plain sight

Til we no longer can lie

Then one day, the chasm between our heart 

And the reality is so wide we can’t breathe

Then one day the pain we subject our soul

chatters our sanity way too deep 

There’s a way to get back t yourself

It’s not easy but

You gotta let it go

And if you want

We can hold each other’s hand

On the yellow brick road

On our way to Oz

And if you want

We can hold each other’s hand

On the yellow brick road

On our way to Oz

You can download a version on my soundcloud

Daphné Mia Essiet © All rights reserved.

https://linktr.ee/daphnemiaessiet

My Poetry Book on Amazon + FREE download !!!!

I am not sure I ever advertise the fact I had self-published a book on Amazon this past July 2019.

Well here it is. I’ll share a little bio with you and if you scroll down to the end, you will be able to download a free sample, and some video I made – and all the way, if you wish to support, I put the links by countries!

“On Love and Lust and Everything in Between is originally a series of 4 short thought pieces Daphné wrote between 2015 and 2016; the reflections triggered her creative-writing bone and she started to write prose as blog entries. Daphné always read poetry growing up and specially loved Baudelaire, De la Fontaine and Verlaine. However, it is when she started to read Maya Angelou and Nikki Giovanni that she realized her words sounded too like poesie. In September 2017 she took a poetry class through Interactive Poetry Workshop in City College lead by JP Howard, curator for Women Writers in Bloom Salon, and performed live for the first time her poetry. Still too shy at the time, she focused her effort on performing her music and songwriting, but kept filling blog entries. At the beginning of June 2019, she realized she would be able to self-publish through Amazon – that same day she decided to “go for it”. For the three days straight she sat in front of her computer to curate 50 of her poems, format a book, design and create her cover in Illustrator. The result was a 123 pages of content mainly revolving around self-discovery of a woman”

Free Sample

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Diem Perdidi

written 01/23/2013

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The pesky sound on bald walls bounces, pulling her out

The rabbit hole she would have loved to spend the day.

There he is, striking a pose, majestic and proud,

 

Waiting on her next move, alert, carried away,

Purring louder than cicadas under hot sun.

She acknowledges his presence, so he slips away.

 

Now, her steps he precedes all the way to the kitchen:

Her heart he knows is wrapped around his little paws!

On her bare feet, he jumps, initiating fun…

 

But time is running out and the sun’s heading west

Faster than hungry lions hounding a gazelle.

She does not like her job, though tries to do her best;

 

Ultimately, ends up leafing through her new Elle

Magazine. She doesn’t even read the captions,

Instead studies models’ perfect figures: she dwells. 

 

She yearns to become the center of attention,

Out-of-reach beauty standards set by society,

While deep inside she longs for appreciation

Slowly exasperates deep insecurities.

What is a girl to do among fair goddesses?

Maybe there are details she might have overseen?

Deep down inside there are issues she must address:

Is superficiality more important than

Women’s souls, discounted by the freedom of the press?

 

It’s 5 o’clock: no time to think, just time to thank

The Universe, and forget how imperfect she is.

Gin and tonic tonight will numb her aching brain,

And maybe distract her from things she thinks she missed.

Back home, she lies in bed and snakes between the sheets

Without even undress, in her clothes she will sleep.

She drifts off in second, don’t even count sheep.

Decelerated dive down in her rabbit hole,

Another worthless day: a diem perdidi –

Unable to be claimed nor remembered, that is for sure.

 

The Sky

Versatile is the Sky
Reflecting my inner desires
Varies in shade and intensity
According if it is noon or midnight

The Night’s passionate indigo
Expects the bright embrace of the pink morning light
Unless the stormy clouds
Start their impetuous fight

Temporarily, that is
Cause we all know that in the end
It will always be
Here, there, everywhere
From any angle of the sphere

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#ButAsOfToday

Take me as I am
Bold and Bright
Or
Let me fly away

I may not be
What you had thought or prayed
I understand,
Just let me know,
& I’ll be on my way.

Life is short
Plans change
Love evolves
What can I say?

Maybe, tomorrow – it will make sense
#ButAsOfToday
Take me as I am
Or just let me know,
& I’ll be on my way.

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#JustPlantingSeeds

“We accept the Love we think we deserve”

If you are wondering
If it’s not the moon and the stars
If this made you think
If you feel some type of way
You probably deserve more

#JustPlantingSeeds

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#OnFriendzoning

The story of one way extrapolation
The ultimate Trap.

My Ego’s boosted whilst yours bruised

I’ve been down this road before
I know how it feels
It feels just like tachycardia on blush cheeks

Mixed emotions ’bout my Crush & my Feelings,
& Crushed Feelings

Deflected [Lust] interest
My Ego’s bruised whilst his boosted

I refuse to contribute to relationship turning vinegar
Nor entertain a flame lacking flamboyance
I’m not the One

I’ve been down this road before
I know how it feels
It feels just like yet another unanswered text

A “full-on” Soul Ache

Deflected [Love] interest
Your Ego’s bruised whilst mine boosted

I refuse to be in the receive hand of resentment
Nor wondering what “I do wrong”
You’re not the One

Thankfully there – is an easy way out: walking away
Before Lust take over your pride
and your Ego suffers pain hard to recover from.

#OnFriendzoning

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#ImHere

I used to be fearless
But somehow, somewhere
Things changed

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise the little redheaded girl who pushed me – and I pushed her back: harder, to the floor – all because she was challenging my intellect. I knew how to spell “Oignon”! and even when her daddy grabbed and shook me after class, I kept it together – and to myself.

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise the mean girls of all ages who called me name and ugly; They made me believe the only place i belonged was hidden behind soft cover books. They tried to bury me so deep i almost suffocated. If only they knew how much they contributed to my enlightenment – who knows what would have happened had I had known all along I was that precious?

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise my mother for never saying “those words” – I may not have had the desire to create magic if not to fill the void she leaves.

It takes a while to heal
It takes a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise the disruptive souls, the fuckboys, the insecure bosses and fake friends for triggering my creativity into its greatness.

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise the diaspora for its vibrant rainbows and its soft tongues, for its bold and warm textures, for its woody spicy scents; we’ll keep dancing – barefoot- on your syncopated rhythms so to loosens our spirits – That same spirit, they attempted to kill

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#WeareHere

Praise those strong legs I used to hate: they may not fit your beauty standards but allowed me to yoga on deserted Goa beaches, explore the busy streets of Shanghai, peruse Marseille by night and stroll down Prospect Park; and when at last, I dared to showcase, the sweet sound of my thighs kindled some fervent surprise

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise my sister-friends – my ionic bonding tribe – my A team – for believing even though i hesitate, for encouraging even when I am about to vacate, for noticing even when I’m passing into oblivion. Appreciative – such a weak term to qualify my overwhelmingly supportive network

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

& I’m Here making magic
& Here overcoming fears
Full circling

#ImHere

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2017

#SoYouCouldSleepAtNight

Is there a chance you were told lies?
#SoYouCouldSleepAtNight

Is there a possibility your fathers euphemized history?

What is the likelihood alternative facts shaped your narrative, indeed?

That instead of pointing out death, beatings, and rapes,

You were taught to legitimize?

That instead of being shown the naked truth, the wool was pulled over your eyes?

#SoYouCouldSleepAtNight

& the tales you were told as sugarcoated anecdotes:
#SoYouCouldSleepAtNight

& the news you’ve been fed by the media:
#SoYouCouldSleepAtNight

Fueled by

Erroneous statistics
Inconclusive studies
Flawed methodology
Vindictive motives…
Propagated with certainty

So you can have a spur of credibility while perpetuating lies—
And you don’t know any better…

But since correlation does not equate causation
You need rethink your entire vision:
Today? No, like yesterday!

Awaken my friend.

I am not here for you to lose your sleep
I’m here so you can help me regain mine

So we could both sleep at night.

#SoYouCouldSleepAtNight

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2017

#TheBuzz


Drafted Friday while watching Brandee Younger (Harp), Dezron Douglas (Bass) & David Bryant (piano) playing at #TheWestVillageSeries’ @ Cheikh’s. Edited at 3am Saturday morning, up from drinking so much Champagne.

I tip the glass to my lips,
Allow the champagne to burn my tongue,
Then, flow down my throat
Liquid gold – I’m gone.

I close my eyes
& feel the hype-
Lose my Self, delicately.
Moments of Harpsense.

I close my eyes
& feel the hype-
Feel mySelf, indubitably
Stop the pretense.

Tho the Bass is grounding me, right there –
My soul, aloft, quivers from the thrill.
More Champagne… please.
All through the night!

Fill my emptiness
With tangible Dreams
Fill those Dreams
With (com)Passionate Love.
Fill that Love
With solid delight and gentle strokes.

Cause I’m a Queen baby:
I bathe in warm milk
& sleep in silk sheets.
Eat almonds, dates and honey – in the mawning.

I tip the glass – to my lips,
Allow the champagne to burn my tongue,
Then flow. Down my throat…
Liquid gold – I’m home.

#TheBuzz

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2016

#iSurrender

#iSurrender.
To the Water, The Wind and the Sun.

The Water.

I drown deep and let my fears roll down my face.
I exhale to the surface to catch my breath, inhale and drown time and time, ’til I can be myself again…

#iSurrender.
To the Water, The Wind and the Sun.

The Wind.

Infiltrates every corners of my soul.
Touches every inches of my skin
Blows through my hair; I shiver.
Relieve the pain I was not aware of and was enduring – all along

#iSurrender.
To the Water, The Wind and the Sun.

The Sun.

So far yet so potent. Hot encounters and burning kisses;
You and I. Steam pouring out my pores.
You leave an impression. Every single touch.

#iSurrender.

I surrender to the Elements and now belong to the Universe

I surrendered, so could i longer be denied of my crown?

Wait? Wait! …
I’m just eager baby…

I have surrendered to She and now float in limbo between the seas and the skies until I’m claimed.

#iSurrender

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2016

#FirstBase

Soft and Sweet.

I reminisce the Brightness of the morning.
I reminisce the Taste of drunk kisses.

I reminisce the Thrill of sleepless nights.

I reminisce the Strength of my desire.
I reminisce the Warmth of Your breath.
& your tender caress.

I reminisce the Scent of your face.
Your hands through my hair.
You calling my name.

I reminisce how it feels like.
I reminisce how it feels like.

I reminisce… How good it feels.

For now.

#FirstBase

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015