Facade

I have an RBF. Apparently. Resting bitch face. I remember reading an article once on the every day lives of men and women. Women are expected to smile more and look pleasant. I have observed this in the workplace too. If a woman doesn’t smile often she is deemed miserable. But the same does not apply to her male colleagues. I have never been able to wear a facade. If I’m happy,I look happy. If I’m sad, I look sad. Stressed, looked stressed. Etc. My RBF doesn’t help though. Sometimes I am feeling just fine, but because I’m not smiling, I have a demeanor that may keep others at a distance. I don’t mean to though!

Here’s me looking happy 🙂

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Licorice

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I disagree with anyone who says licorice tastes good. Because licorice does not taste good. There is no part of licorice that tastes good. In any shape, size or form. I haven’t yet figured out why licorice is actually produced in the first place. And why anyone would want to eat it? It doesn’t look good or appetizing either, resembling something like a car tyre. And who wants to eat their car tyre? So where would the appeal even lie?

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Fairy Lights

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Our words are our signature –

How delicately they are strung

Like chains across a room

Either binding to take captive

Or as fairy lights strung joyfully

Each story carrying the mark

Of its maker hiding nothing

Captured Emotions

As I felt them
So I wrote them –

Those brief
So fleeting
Feelings
Floating
Emoting
Flying
Within,
Around me.

Before they burst
I captured them.

Unfinished

My current pile of unfinished books consists of a Dale Carnegie classic “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”, a Rumi poetry book gifted to me by my beautiful friend nia, and below that “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr. Non-fiction, poetry and fiction all stacked in a pile next to my bed. Happiness is…


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I’m Missing You

I say the words I shouldn’t say

I do the things I shouldn’t do

But through it all, my feelings show

When I fall asleep and wake up blue

Your image fills my heart and mind

I wait to speak, to tell you so

Wish you were here, I’m missing you

Fallen

I made a vow

To serve my Lord

I made another –

A lifelong song 

My steps, they falter 

Along the way 

But still, my heart 

Cries out to Thee

My Father, Saviour 

Lord of all 

 I kneel before Thee

Rescue me 

Blinded

I look at others

Wanting what they have 

Desiring all the world 

Without seeing

The world inside

Of me

Thirst

My throat is so parched

I thirst for water 

A drop to ease my aching tongue 

I taste sweet wine

It is so good 

I drink my fill

And then some more

I fall down 

I fall asleep

I wake up

My head is so sore 

And my thirst is

Worse than before