Babes and heartbreaks

Monday noon, but her bed is warm. Energy slowly seeping from her joints. Deprived the luxury to move beyond the bed frames. Yesternight she broke the bedside lampshade. The broken pieces on the mat are driving her crazy. She can’t figure out how to glue her broken heart. On the couch I drag her restless body. Open a letter, “To Susan” it reads,

“Sammy my dove, has a wound on her leg. She was bitten by a puppy while she was flapping her wings on puppy’s back, trying to win attention and love. I am currently nursing her wound. Hoping she will recognize her self worth. And understand real love doesn’t tag along bites and wounds.

When you’re clueless about who you really are, what you stand for and what you want in life, you board every train offering a ride. It doesn’t matter whether the train is roadworthy or wrecked. You just board. Frustrations and heartbreaks arise when unfinished seats on the wrecked train tear your pretty summer dress. Dust blowing through broken windows ruins your hair. Precious luggage gets lost along the way. Your head gets cracked against the rails after the train falls of the way. At that particular moment, it’s alarming you set feet on the wrong train. Healing comes when you choose not to chase after the pieces of summer dress that got stuck on the wrecked train but choose to board a roadworthy train. A train matching your values and standards. A train that respects your self worth. A train that offers the best view of beauty alongside the railways. And a train that doesn’t carelessly throw you off the window but safely takes you to your destination. It’s the kind of train you repetitively board and fall in love with. Under its roof you’re safe and appreciated.”

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Babes and heartbreaks

Monday noon, but her bed is warm. Energy slowly seeping from her joints. Deprived the luxury to move beyond the bed frames. Yesternight she broke the bedside lampshade. The broken pieces on the mat are driving her crazy. She can’t figure out how to glue her broken heart. On the couch I drag her restless body. Open a letter, “To Susan” it reads,

“Sammy my dove, has a wound on her leg. She was bitten by a puppy while she was flapping her wings on puppy’s back, trying to win attention and love. I am currently nursing her wound. Hoping she will recognize her self worth. And understand real love doesn’t tag along bites and wounds.

When you’re clueless about who you really are, what you stand for and what you want in life, you board every train offering a ride. It doesn’t matter whether the train is roadworthy or wrecked. You just board. Frustrations and heartbreaks arise when unfinished seats on the wrecked train tear your pretty summer dress. Dust blowing through broken windows ruins your hair. Precious luggage gets lost along the way. Your head gets cracked against the rails after the train falls of the way. At that particular moment, it’s alarming you set feet on the wrong train. Healing comes when you choose not to chase after the pieces of summer dress that got stuck on the wrecked train but choose to board a roadworthy train. A train matching your values and standards. A train that respects your self worth. A train that offers the best view of beauty alongside the railways. And a train that doesn’t carelessly throw you off the window but safely takes you to your destination. It’s the kind of train you repetitively board and fall in love with. Under its roof you’re safe and appreciated.”

Keep on

Despite hot iron rods on destiny path, scalds forming under the feet,

Fire ascending from below, setting body in flames,

Sores flowering on the skin,

Dripping blood, scribbling ache,

Heat waves, scorching the hair,

Pungent smell crowding on skin pores,

She confidently fights against this pain,

With bleeding toes, she tiptoes to paradise,

Distinctive scars, tribute to never giving up

Bride’s wish

When I fall off the cliff, weave the sisal plant leaves into a cord, lift me from below

The river along the roadside may dry, but forget not to water the enthusiastic spirit in me

Don’t let my mind to thicken in unresolved issues, with a power saw trim this forest of issues

During heavy rains, when a threatening lighting cuts across my skin to my heart, offer a safeguard

We may amusingly gaze at a flying away kite, but save me from getting carried away by the strong wind

Haunted festivals, we may have fun, but never leave me in a venom-painted dark hole

When I will be walking in circles looking for displaced items, gently hold my hand, remind me of the many circles I drew the moment I met you

In this life race, don’t stand far aside, be close by to cheer me on

In old age, when my sight will be dull, light the lamp along the way

Yes, you’re the bridegroom, it’s my wish you will forever groom beautiful self

The window

By the window, she clutched the curtain in a haunted posture

 Waves of pressure and multiple distractions streaming from the unbearable torture by the demons

Pupils dilated, an element of psychological hostage by numerous ghosts

Mouth lips reaching for a scream

The tattered dress, exhibiting the haunted soul

Messy hair communicating disfigurement

Uncut toe nails, well claws, drawing zigzags on the dusty wooden floor

Little did she know the first step into freedom was opening the window blinds, let in the light

Because light speaks into darkness and demons dwell not in the light

 Light strikes out ghosts

Light brings forth a new wave of life fullness

Light conveys positive vibes

Light makes clear the view of the flower garden, fragrance flowing just below the slats, untying the pressure knots in the brain cells

Soon she wouldn’t have to be envious of the free bird in the air, she would be the free bird