To be or not to be, that is the question
To be infuriated at the questions or to mask the hurt you are feeling
To be disappointed in your lost or to be grateful for your dealings
To be anxious about tomorrow or to savour the peaceful minutes of today
To be happy if, after all that has happened, he miraculously chooses to stay

I once met a girl who loved words.
She spoke the words from her heart, words that somehow managed to inspire everyone
Words that somehow managed to inspire me.
But when she was hurting, words escaped her.
She became wordless
Noiseless
Silent.
It pained me to see her so lost for words
For when she was so, she lost her
personality
Her individuality
Herself.
I once met a girl who loved words
I would love to meet her again... but I think she is lost once more.

I saw my mum cry
once
Young I was, but I was smart enough to know that things were not right.
She wept through her fingers and tried to catch the mayhem of tears balling from her eyes
Her soft whimpers seeped through the silence of her room and whispered in my ears
She hid within the shadows of her bed, oblivious to the fact that I was watching
That I, a seven year old little girl, was watching by her door with ineffable confusion and angst

Till this day
She remains unaware that she was being watched that very night
And till this day
I remain forever aware that my mother;
My beautiful, loving and strong mother
Carries a broken heart filled with broken dreams
Every single day.