I had a thorn in my flesh
Testing me
Over time
I was defeated
The pain reminds me
Every day
The scar might fade
But might never be erased
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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 🙂
Licorice
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?
Fairy Lights
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…
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
Poems and Petals 