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 Jul 2020 Elizabeth Fruin
Ayesha
So fresh and free
Joy is spread
Calm is instilled
Heat withdraws
With drops of life
All is cleansed
Like when my
red silk dress slips off
you melted my
sadness away
now I’m naked
before your eyes
I am tired.
“Lol, Same.”
I am sad.
“Lol, Same.”
I am depressed.
“Lol, Same.”
I want to die.
“Lol, Same.”
My life seems pointless.
“Lol, Same.”
I literally wish I was never born.
“Lol, Same.”
My existence feels like a never ending downfall, countless pain and misery.
“Lol, Same.”
I’m going to **** myself.
“Lol, same.”

“May they now rest in peace.”
“Why didn’t they say anything?”
I stared with no expression
at the white light
and wondered about black and red.
I wondered what I would do if
things went all but soft and white.
I felt I would wither,
helpless,
weak,
useless.
But
I decided to keep myself happy,
I decided I would put white silk cushions
in my heart's cave
and would invite the rain and winds
to smother me
with cool love
and keep me soft.

                                                        -s­torm-
Alone in the lockdown, in front of screens, one may feel anxious and worried. As mature beings, I think it is best for us to adjust our minds to the thoughts of all kinds of destinies. We go through trauma and get depressed when we have to live lives we never thought we may have to live. At this point in time is when the presence of God the almighty comes in. He is like cool water freezing your boiling and scalded anxious mind. He will give what is best for you, all you need to do keep on worshipping Him and trust your case with him.
Never question where I stand
I will always be there if you need a hand

I will never judge you by the color of your skin
But rather by what’s within

Look at me when you need support
For I will continue to reinforce

The BLACK LIVES MATTER
Even when we are not all gathered
No one
Some one
Some one special
Preference
Only priority
World
Life
World
Priority
Preference
Someone special
Some one
No one
I looked out at the street,
      hoping for footsteps

coming up the path..

But all I heard was
            therapy sessions..
Cradle song woven upon
a mothers arms,
                        no tears,
      no cries.

Just mothers tears,
         cuddling her baby.

No  fret just stillness,
                        she sings
           her to peace...
 Jan 2019 Elizabeth Fruin
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Hearing it makes me wonder,
How do I love that heart?
Will it make my heart apart?
Will it make me suffer?

I met you with that heart
We are the same
We're not the firsts
And it's hard




--jeannery a.


As katy perry said, "Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection" and that hurts the most and that's just so true. How do we really love a secondhand heart?
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