I listen as she calls my name,
It slips and falls as soft as mane.
Her voice so sweet and none but tame,
And strong enough to fight all bane.
She steps so light into my space,
And glides her grace into a pace.
Her walk is noble and hard to face,
For she is mightier than even The Dace.
Contorted in worry, her face so glum.
When I am sick, she's none but numb.
My tears are streaks of painful grum,
'Cause if I'm not well, in sadness she dwells.
Love and care is all she gives,
If she's not there, then there's no being.
A greatness that shines through all that lives, she is...my mother.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC
Open and wide, my orbs hurt they.
Blinking in gloom, hackneyed but nay.
My thoughts jumbled but bright as day,
For all I did is not but lay.
Early hours, slothful I am.
From rise of dawn, I'm all but calm.
My work is done, but all is sham.
For awake I am to all that's gam.
Wistful and sad throughout my being,
Odious I am to all but keen,
I none but wish to make it lin.
All contempt inferior to the insomniac!
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
She called herself a fighter,
Yet, there was no victory assigned
to her non-existent list of battles.
What is in a fighter if not for the
monuments dedicated to their names?
She called herself a survivor,
Yet, she had never had an
encounter with the entity called death.
What is in a survivor if not for the endless
bruises and scars that they endured?
Oh she was! Her fights, much more
brutal than battles won by warriors.
And her scars, deeper -though unseen-
than that of a knight. And they asked:
'What is in a fighter if not for a girl that
overcame her translucent battles?'
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
I knew all about your heart.
That beat with love and endless mirth,
and so full of life, it felt no gloom.
But what do I remember?
I remember the day it stopped.
I knew all about your warmth.
With hugs that healed all of my hurts,
and arms that barred all of my fears.
But what do I remember?
I remember how cold and still you lay.
Your words resound around my head.
Too little I was for the wisdom you shared
That only made sense long after you left.
And what do I remember?
I remember the day you died.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
Like a soundless rain that fell in drops,
I shed my tears beneath a mask.
And behind a wall that hid my fears,
I made a vow to make it strong.
How else can my soul be safe,
if there's no mask to hide it all?
Brick by brick, through love and pain,
I saw it's use, and I saw it's bane.
For in love, the lies were wrought.
And in pain, they were none but shunned.
Then how else can my heart be safe,
if the mask I don is all but vague?
And then it came! As swift and deaf,
as the nightly wind. It wrought it's way
through the layers I built. Sham!
Brick by brick, the wall came down.
By love and pain, I learnt of life.
And the mask I wore, in pieces it fell.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC