Chose pain over you
Pain, ever present Pain, part of the soul Pain, coursing through the vein Pain, its rooted in the roots Pain, blinding to all Pain, I choose over you
Tomorrow is Tomorrow
Tonight I mourn I grieve for everything I have lost I fault myself for the fractures A tsunami of painful memories A tidal wave of sorrow A collapse of the shield A minefield of regrets A puddle of neverending tears A review of the missteps A will to […]
Not yet
There’s time Perhaps The glass stays in the cupboard The candle on the shelf Can’t throw them out Can’t stare at them The garbage awaits But not quite yet Soon Soon, though
I remember feeling the pain
Ask a woman who has given birth about that childbirth pain. More often than not she will note it had been excruciating. However, more often than not, she will also not be able to tell you based on memory what it really felt like. The memory of how […]
Crying underneath the mask
We are certainly cursed to be living in interesting times. Don’t know whether to laugh or laugh some more. I don’t want to say cry. Yet, as I was walking the city streets all masked up I started thinking about people crying. Crying a lot. Despondent. In pain. […]
Am peeling
Not grieving Not reeling But instead am peeling A burst of feeling Heart scaffolding teeming
Much broke my heart, but fixed my vision
There is much in life to celebrate. I truly believe that. Everyday I feel the need to either photograph the sunrise, belt out a tune or laugh a good belly laugh. Life is good. It can be. However, that doesn’t take away from the heartbreak one goes through. […]
Bleeding pieces of me
Sharp shards of me Streaming down the coast Screaming for attention Sending frozen shivers across the back Subtlety in the background Silence needing to be extinguished Some dark days ahead, but Surely some light must emerge Shards of me shimmering in the moonlight
I’ll make the most of all the sadness
I’ve been in the corner Praying you won’t sink me under Cause you lose something you can’t replace Sinking weighted down by your cold stones Tried my best but didn’t succeed I should have known by now Stuck in reverse Hurt myself to see if I still cared […]
Grieving people we never met
A couple of years ago, I was devastated by the Anthony Bourdain’s suicide. I loved his book Kitchen Confidential and his travel shows. I had watched every episode of his various travel and dining shows. His shows were personal and just like many others I felt connected to […]
