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 Apr 2014 Cassidy Vautier
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April showers are said to bring May flowers
and if this holds truth
my cheeks will be blushing with roses
freckled in daises and tracked with tulips
in thirty days time
Sorry trips behind my teeth
pushing at their backs
like my tongue
Raw with loose explanation
sore from swallowing sour words
my insides ache from lack of understanding
Disoriented:
not knowing where I am
Who I am
What I am
Doing.

I die momentarily
When the monster grip
my soul
Out of this hollow frame;
The body.

They say: "time will tell"
I know not
of the time
now.

Inability to differentiate
Dreams
And reality,
I lie between
The blurred line.
So dark, so very dark
but I hear a voice
and I can feel a breeze
but I don't know where I am
all I know is that I'm alone surrounded by people

I can hear people calling my name
Since I lost my sight nothing is the same

I didn't just lose my vision, I lost so much more
My independence
my job
my confidence
my self-esteem
I will never get to live my childhood dream

It's hard to only see one color for the rest of time
BLACK
no color, just
BLACK
Someone very close to me
the caterpillar
dreams of technicolour wings
while eating his greens
hiaku #21
Often smile and effortlessly laugh
Make the world a better place on your behalf
Have intelligent people respect you
Gain the affection of little children too
Pull through the betrayal of false friends
Also find the best in others and make amends

Feel the triumph of accomplishing a goal
Live your life with no guilt to your soul
Earn the approval of the biggest fault-finder
Know you have helped someone no matter how minor
Recognize you can’t achieve every single dream
Realize life’s quick, so push to redeem

*- Jenny Lam
That little pink lunch box
Looks empty
Sitting on the shelf
But it's not
It hurts me to look into it
Because it is still packed full
With my love
My heart
Dreams and aspirations
That were gently laid
Into it everyday
Packaged in neatly
So they would all fit
I think of those little hands
That carried it everyday
That carried everything
Packed into it
And it melts my heart
It makes me wonder
Why I even opened it
God, I miss her in the mornings
Is it made of street of gold...NO
Is it full of angels roaming around...NO
Is it flowing of milk, of honey...NO

Because my shoes are worn out from the dust around
Because the ones roaming around mug me and giggle behind my back
Because sometimes, I just sleep hungry.

But this is the heaven I know.
When I wake up in the morning and my neighbor is playing loud music...
When the kids in the block run to me to say hello and I have candy in my purse to share
When my friends invite me out and they drink silly and just be happy
When I do my laundry then it rains and the following day I know am all at home having some "me" time...
When I go to work and my nagging colleague is always stopping by to say "hello"...
When I try to catwalk the streets in my heels and i trip and get up and laugh at myself as someone tries to wipe my skirt for me...
#Sigh!!

When life gives you a 2nd chance, you learn.
To be thankful....for every passing minute
It's not ordinary
Its my Heaven.

©The Unspoken
Am just thankful... :-)
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