August

Fighting with Myself

Lesson
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I keep fighting with myself but I don’t know if I am winning

I keep taking baby steps although I know they’re not within

Everyday I tell that spirit that I leave it all to him

But sometimes I wonder if indeed this journey is for me

You may find me sitting lost in thoughts but that is not the end

I have taken all my troubles and I hold them in my hands

There is not a brick to break except I let them crack my back

This is not the place we started but we’ve come this far to bark

Can you see me fighting with myself

Can you hear me screaming in your ears

Are my words too silent to make a little sense

Are you listening

Are you watching

Are you just passing by?

August

Amaranthine

pexels-photo-492543She wakes early at dawn

To watch the sun come up

She passes through doors at noon

To check on the blossoming field

She stares at the horizon at dusk

To wave sunset goodbye

She beholds the stars at night

As they glitter around the moon

She finds meaning in nature

And this becomes her creation.

August

Remnant of Love

pexels-photo-320266Someday, the flowers will wither

They’ll lose their colour and charm

They’ll close their eyes in defeat

And mourn the dearth of affection

Someday, every grain of happiness will disappear

There’ll be nothing left to cheer about

Future wishes and hope will fall asleep

And nothing will remain of good spirit

Someday, the door will stop being wide open

The wind and cold chill will shut it out

They’ll force it to cease being ajar

And there’ll no longer be entry

Someday, apologies will win no victories

Sincerity will be deceit in disguise

Truth will lose all value and price

And good intentions will be misconstrued

Someday, the eager bride will change her mind

She’ll choose instead to travel alone

She’ll turn away to tour the world

And leave behind all dreams of motherhood

Someday, there’ll be no remnant of love

There’ll be no sweet kisses or cuddling

There’ll be no playing under the sheets

There’ll be just a book, paper and pen.

 

 

August

DO YOU KNOW YOUR HISTORY?

pexels-photo-507828They say this is the twenty-first century

I say it’s laden with so much history

People admire the golden lamp in your family house

But can you tell them the story behind it?

Little children play with the teddy-bear on your couch

And long to know who brought it home

Do you recall who brought that Christmas gift

Or how much sacrifice it was worth?

Neighbours fetch from the stream at your backyard

Their hearts pray that heaven will reward your kindness

They’re fascinated by its depth and wealth

But do you have the words to quench their curiosity?

Your name. Your identity. People love you.

They smile at the mention of your name

They glow to be entangled in your circle

But can you tell them the truth of your birth?

We, like you, are people with so much brilliance

Beautifying the universe, listening to our aged

But when our old ones sail to never return

Shall we know our plots enough to write our history?

July

LOST AND FOUND

IMG_20170717_073100We move in the middle, not confident

Wondering when life will begin

As if today was not yesterday’s future

We keep waiting and watching

Hoping for a tomorrow that’s unheard of

And looking for meaning in nothing.

 

Are we not lost and found

Trying to get through the storms

That once drowned us mercilessly

Are we not lost and found

Hiding from our faulty fast lanes

And working around the clock?

 

There’s something nobody talks about

That one topic that’s not a secret

But it’s too real to be spoken of

And so we act like all is figured out

We think of ourselves as friends

But in truth, we’ve never met.