Category poetry

Heartache 

Vonita 8 Comments

for you
for our friendship
for love
for what cannot be
for memories
for desire
for wanting to be with you
for your lack of care

Vaporized

Vonita 2 Comments

Today was a day that I wish wasn’t
That I could take away
Make it disappear
I wish I hadn’t woken
From the dreams that entertained
From protective membranes
Keeping me from harm
But I woke up
To a life less lived
And though I tried to catch the dreams
They quickly vaporised

15 Years

Vonita 9 Comments

Loving

Fighting

Making up

Hugging

Passing each other by

Talking 

Not talking

Recreating

Parenting

Ageing

Resisting

Accepting

Such is marriage

And life

Gorgeous 

Vonita 2 Comments

I’m missing your gorgeous self because even though

You lie and scheme and ghost and charm

You are gorgeous and sometimes I could really do with a morsel of 

Gorgeous

Passing Days

Vonita 4 Comments

Feelings are fickle. Moods and emotions are high-maintenance. I’ve started this year with a new resolution. To focus on growing. Learning and creating. So now when my pain points are pressed (salt in all my wounds), which happens often, I am acknowledging it, respecting the life within, and letting it go. 
We have only so many days in our lives. Each passing day is one less to live. But for today, we are alive, we are breathing, we are aware. Peace be to you. 

My One True Crush

Vonita 17 Comments

My one true crush is back in town

My hair is not done, my roots on display

My weight has increased, my wrinkles have grown

I think of his eyes, the depth of his blue

And see the echo in his child who is new

I cross the street, I’d rather be swayed

To not say hello, to not stop and greet

I cannot be trusted, my arms won’t behave

To not wrap around him, to hug and embrace

I’ll leave the past, dead as it is

And ignore the sound roaring –

Those pounding heart beats

https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2015/08/22/my-crush/

Salted Wound

Vonita 9 Comments

I took some care and wrapped it around my salted wound, with love I tied it carefully, I dried the blood with the tears from my swollen eyes, and with patience I handed it over to time to complete the final touch.