i want to fall in love again,
with the only thing that kept me sane,
—books.

i want to fall in love with reading again,
i missed all those days i spent just reading.

where i was drowned in those words,
where i didn’t bothered by others.

where i kicked my feets,
and giggling to myself.

i used to insecure with my readings,
i don’t read much heavy genres,
but then i decided to not give a ****,
because i love reading.

i want to read more so i know more,
so i have more words to write,
so i can feel more things,
so i can think.

Following the winds where they blow
Keen eyes into the distance
From the wilderness to the skies
An Eagle’s symbol and creed
Strength in survival
Flying far and wide
Soaring wings
Depth through ability
Through storms and calm skies
Wise mind
Eagle alert
Struggles at times
Feeding and Breeding
Eagle wonders
Yonder to fly
Horizons beyond the high mountains
Indian Eagle values
Offer many surprises
Species their own
Expansion of wings
Courage to extend
Pause when tired
Wings of creation
Eagle sensation
Wonderful to watch and observe.

these stories we wear –

scars,
stretchmarks,
wrinkles,

are wrongly labelled
as imperfections.

but aren’t they such beautiful,
courageous signs
of how we have lived?

your hair is still on my comb,
your scent still on my shirt,
the ink of your drawings still on my calloused palm.
sometimes i look into the bathroom mirror
and remember the mist
from when you showered.
there are small traces of you everywhere,
it haunts me in the cruelest way.
my lips still taste of yours.

do you still remember who you were
when you first fell in love
and that ball of healing light
cured it all?
and the promise overcame
doubt
and the challenges a chance
to shout to the universe
"you can even take it all,
but this right now,
this one is never gone"
a simple change in
perception and focus
changes everything
you don't have to call it love
again
but you can
get well
from it