I sit down with my sorrows today
Earplugs plugged in-
Let the pain wash over
Let anxiety knock
It's knocking and knocking
Dare I let it in, the soul reminds-
Let it serve its reminder
But don't let it enter
The mind is strong
The soul is a little hurt
But with immense hope within,
Your fire ignites and glows in glory
Belief and disbelief
That's the play of anxiety
But have faith, my dear soul
As the miracles are on their way
All you once desired
Will soon be showered from the universe!
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
'Happier place' they call it
What is this place?
Is it pretty?
Or is it just a phase of life?
Happiness comes in waves they say
High tide or the low tide?
I do not understand this phrase
But I know it fades
Peace. What does that have to do with happiness?
They say happiness is peace
Okay then. I'll be calm.
Calmer, like the dead sea
And then will I be happy?
All these questions
But still a failure to understand happiness
Just quotes and sayings
And people calling their spaces happy
Where do I look?
But before, how do I measure?
Maybe I am happy
But dare I say I am not
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
Dear Florence,
I remember the day I first saw you. I swear that is the only time I ever believed in ‘love at first sight’. You were as calm as the meditating soul. Your passing wind soothed my beating heart.
In that first ride to my new house, I knew. I knew you were going to be my home. I knew you would mend all of my aching slits, stitch after stitch. Each day you bestowed me with a new beautiful day to inspire me, to metamorphose me, even more poetically than the phoenix rising from its ashes.
I knew, one day, I would say goodbye. Chasing your dreams can sometimes be a painful journey. I knew leaving you would shatter my soul into little pieces, strewed all around your streets and alleys and piazzas and bridges. But dear Florence, you deserve so much more than my little-scattered pieces.
As I say goodbye, pondering over the Santa Trinita bridge, I become forever yours. The joys you have given me, the memories of which will wander along through all my journeys. My sorrows, the memories of the flowing Arno river will always wash away.
So, as I leave this place, I request you to take care of me. For ‘the me as I know it’ has become ‘the me as I knew it’. I am leaving behind this version of me for it is only in your shadows did she glow bright. Let your pink skies continue to set away all my anxieties. Let your rising blues continue to give me hope. Let the shining gold, always guide my heart home, just like the Duomo always guides us in its warm embrace. Let your ringing bells, help me rise every time I stumble. Let your art, keep my imagination flowing and let your symmetry create order in my life. Let your changing skies give me strength and inspire me to never stop, come what may.
Take care of me when I am gone. Just like you have over the past year.
Forever yours,
The girl who never really left.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC