I thought i was healed
And then i saw your pain
I heard your cries
I read your struggles
With shame
(It was never yours to own)
I felt your helplessness
Your need for utmost secrecy
Your silently screaming indignation,
Your innate need to destroy that which felt tainted and stained.
Struggling to seek comfort
You wrenched my heart
And triggered my own
I reached out how i could
In our shared hopes
That we will not ever again
number the same.
The fantasies the mind conjures
Seem reluctant to seep into reality
And remain sensational
Yet far from reachable.
Thank you for liking my poem “Vindication”, I removed it from here to share it elsewhere to bring awareness. I’ve been busy and mad triggered these past few days… And i am very grateful yet again that writing is what has saved me. I apologize for not keeping up with my reading. I will do my level best to catch up. Hope you are all well.
I’m a little lost
And meandering on my path
Intentionally.
I hope I find my way soon
Because it’s getting hard
To tell the difference
Between contentment
And complacency.
Ironic
Time will tell
If my patience
Was worthy.
I wanted to share this article written by Mr. Micheal Sean Erickson. I felt this is what we need to understand now more than ever. Gaining knowledge is not enough but gaining knowledge with empathy is a way of life that I wish more people practiced. Though I know at times our ignorance, ego, emotions can get the better of us; taking a step and understanding with empathy only takes us forward and allows us to be better people. Thank you writing this and letting me share it.
Through the latticed lace
He heard her sigh
She and him
They locked eyes
Through the eyelets.
It took only that one deep gaze,
To haunt every last one of his long lived days.
That eye twinkle, that coquettish blush
that mischievous smirk…
That promise of more:
That stayed alluringly surreal,
Never to be fully revealed,
That was enough to leave him shirked.
And for all his unfulfilled ways:
To remain unrequited,
Mired in her daze.
An infant coos
A toddler giggles
A child gleefully shouts “I love you!”
A mother sighs in exhausted content
No, don’t need one
Won’t likely have one
So why want one?
Why want?
If we were one collective human
Why do we do so much
To hurt ourselves?
To deceive, to betray, to cheat
To hurt, to abuse, to harm
To rape, murder and torture
To treat ourselves like refuse?
Why do we ruin our homes
And Wreck the air
Poison our water
And bathe our hands in the blood of innocents?
Why do we do all this
To ourselves?
Because we cannot see
What is through & through
True within?
We cannot see beyond our mirrors, our fences, our streets, our stars?
Or because we cannot see we are just truly one?
Another way to see:
When did he think
he was possible?
why did he
twitch at
the ray of light?
why did he blink
to the sound of voices?
how will he cry out
where no mercy dares echo?
who taught him to believe in Life
when he was not wanted?
Who will tell him as he awaits to breathe?
Renewed from 2012
