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Ileana Amara May 2020
no string is worth cutting
if you could thread through the knot carefully
without dismantling both endings.

IA
This is a short work that defies my previous poem "the untied knot". Centenarians who have managed to live and love in a lasting relationship left me a lesson that most people nowadays tend to give up easily. In the concept that when something is broken, it is now so easily replaced. People who truly love thread through things carefully, work through pain with grace. I'm not a veteran in these kind of things, but I think it's important to know that even in the tough times, pain teaches us to grow in adversity. However on the flip side, paradoxically, one should not allow themselves to forget their worth when they give their all. It's all a matter of moderation & balance. Here's something I'd like to impart:

moment of grace (n.)
the point where people are forced to make a decision that either enables them to transcend a circumstance or succumb to it.
Ileana Amara May 2020
no one closes their eyes,
to see the one who can stop their cries

no one covers its ears,
to listen to someone who can brush off their fears

no one shuts their mouth,
to save something that is heading down south

no one untangles their hands,
to intertwine with a soul who understands

no one slams their door,
to someone who embraces them when they're down on the floor

no one freezes their hearts up,
to someone who filled love in all its gaps

no one walks away,
only until they run out of words to say,
only until too much compromising causes dismay,
only until they contemplate if it's still worth their stay.

love itself is an unconditional give and take,
if it's unrequited, it's a fragile heart at stake,
people don't choose who they love, they just do
lovers muster all their strength just to make it through

no one half-loves for it would be such a mediocrity,
so know the right time to bid a farewell and sincere apology,
love is a precious thing, but one must see their worth,
it's not selfishness, truth be told, it's always our last resort

take baby steps when you have had enough,
you may be limping and crying, alone in the tough
you might be disregarding your wounds just to run back
in the same old arms and hands that made your heart crack.

but again, take baby steps to heal, it's a process
with each step, smile, endure the pain, listen to the beat
weep and mourn all throughout for the loss and emotions suppressed
you loved enough to walk away when it was your heart to deplete

listen to the conjuring harmony of a new music in the making,
solely made from the footsteps you took, away from something that made you feel less deserving.

IA
We never wanted to but sometimes we had to.
Ileana Amara May 2020
who am I to hold you back
if you're bleeding to go
and I'm aching and screaming quietly
wishing you would stay?

IA ☕
I think there will always be a time in our lives when we have to let go and accept that some people come and go like season changes.
Ileana Amara May 2020
she
she breathes chaos
with a sophisticated beauty of a lady boss
fear the unpredicted, for she stops at nothing
when she desires something.

IA ☕
I have been reminded of a beautiful piano piece I once played with a violin, entitled "She" by Charles Aznavour, the words of Kretzmer are also mesmerizing.
Ileana Amara May 2020
of black and white keys
I long to reach the end of this piece,
each finger mastered the proximity of notes,
of compositions filled of longueurs and musical anecdotes.

I must play this piece not to lull the audience to sleep,
put your head up, let your soul play, this is a lesson to keep
harmonize your hands with every touch and play
tame or ruin the instrument, don't mind what they will say

even if these longueurs take hours
or a dull eternity, play in the stage
until they applaud you with flowers.

IA
For BLT's word of the day challenge: Longueur.
Ileana Amara May 2020
when youths fall in love,
some venture a lifetime worth
of a love story to tell,
from youth to centenarians,
love never seems to die
love never seems to imbalance,
'til death do they part, with a happy sigh.

but some youths fall in love,
and venture young tragedy
losing themselves for temporary happiness
but who are we to take these away
if love is such a beautiful thing
that makes living life more worthy.

IA
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