It strikes, not with a gale,
but with a drizzle of cherry blossoms
and a flurry of gentle chords.
In my own little world fireflies stay in open jars
Flowers paint on their colors for the next day,
And the moon laughs while it walks away.
The trees speak of ancient scars,
The creek brings up lost trinkets from afar,
And the animals cry for freedom,
But freedom is not free.
I step up to the edge, the breeze blowing my hair.
I close my eyes and I can see it.
My feet leave the ground as my wings catch the wind.
But, when I open my eyes, I’m not soaring
and my feet are still on solid ground.
What if I fall?
I can’t risk it, that pain.
I look around and see others fearlessly facing the plunge,
but I remain frozen in place.
All I can think is, “What if I fall? What if I fall?”
It’s then, in the midst of my frantic thoughts,
That I hear a still, small voice say,
“Yes, but what if you fly?”
Purple spoke to pink
Sugar red hibiscus
From his bed of green
Sprung into the conversation
With purple and pink
Nine o clocks
Had to attend the briefing
By the sun
In his next meeting
The flowers seemed not to be in a rush
All, recently bloomed
They had moments enough
They tried to make the most of it
Under the rays of the sun
Flowers 🌸 🔆🌿🌿
Written - 23/07/2021
I did bad things to the people I love
And even worse to those that love me.
I stared at the wall unblinking while minutes
bled into hours, into days, into weeks and into months.
I felt like the pebble stuck to the river,
battered and bruised, never allowed to just let go.
I filled glass bottles full of pain
And flung them onto the ocean
hoping someday someone would find them.
I chased the horizon into Neverland
And came up empty handed.
I am exhausted.
I wish to go back
to the depths of the earth
from which I was called upon
Back to just an idea in the mind of the Creator.
Back to peace.
What the hell am I doing here?
When you leave
The length of your life,
To the love of strangers.