I think I can finally name it It’s not fear It’s not emptiness It’s love I want someone I can love I truly do Just…not now I’m not running from love I haven’t locked that door Just…not now Now? I’m learning I respect love too much to welcome it with confused hands Because when it’sContinue reading “Just not now”
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Hand in Hand
Hand in Hand God My connection to You has not always been loud It has not always been clear Most times it’s quiet But somewhere in my heart You remain certain You have always been there I don’t know what it was Or what exactly changed But something stirred in me this weekend Something thatContinue reading “Hand in Hand”
He took that from me
I still remember the phone notes The simple poems you used to write It feels like such a long time ago I don’t remember the exact words Just… the feeling Back then, I thought they were silly I felt awkward reading them while you stood there watching But now I realize… it wasn’t the poemsContinue reading “He took that from me”
What a gift to have died so early, I thought.
The child’s body lay on the bed. I reached out to touch her, I had never been this close to someone who had just died. Naturally I was scared, but curious. Her hands still warm, felt as though there was still life left in them. And for a moment, I wondered if her mind wasContinue reading “What a gift to have died so early, I thought.”
“Thus, conscience makes cowards of us all.” From The Hamlet…a piece that perfectly captures my thoughts
To live, or not to live that is the question Is it more honorable to endure life’s relentless struggles The pain, the misfortune, the chaos thrown at us Or to fight back against this overwhelming wave of problems And, by resisting, end it all? To die…to sleep Nothing more. And by that sleep, we endContinue reading ““Thus, conscience makes cowards of us all.” From The Hamlet…a piece that perfectly captures my thoughts”
To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.
I’m feeling awful. Really, really awful. That’s been me for a while now. Sometimes I laugh about it. What else can I do? I can’t even cry anymore. The emptiness… it just sits there, like an awkward guest I didn’t invite but now I have to entertain. I don’t know what to do with it.Continue reading “To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.”
In sleep
In sleep I find relief An escape from the corridors of reality’s harshness Where voices command my confidence with compelling demands And racing thoughts are never ending Inflicting silent pain As I question my existence In sleep I create a world that’s mine alone Where seeds of hope are sown At last, I taste happinessContinue reading “In sleep”
Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions
In a house filled with silence and pain, there existed a small room in the house that was protected by a door that knew many emotions. In this small room lived a father who spoke in the language of the doors. When trouble tiptoed, the father would flee into this room, slamming the door withContinue reading “Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions”
I’m afraid
I’m afraid of snakes A cold and dry slither on my neck As the sound of hisses twirls around my ear Makes darkness, trees and picnics dreadful I’m afraid of beds Beds equal sleeping And sleep leads me to an endless cycle of bondage A slave to images and memories of the dead To reliveContinue reading “I’m afraid”
An evil man is a predictable man
I am neither frightened nor amazed by the actions of an evil man Confident is what I feel in the company of one condemned to wickedness For an evil man can only indulge in evil deeds But in the presence of a nice, genuine and generous soul A soul with neither blemish nor defect IContinue reading “An evil man is a predictable man”
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