Putrid

Retched

Fermented

A cheap brie
Reeking
Molds of evil

If there were a heaven
And a Hell
You would be the King
Enthroned

Your dark soulless Eyes
All consuming
Spewing

And I?
The mere mortal unaware
I?
Your perfect prey - no more
I?
Have had enough

Some live deep in the ocean
Some lost at sea

Some live on the surface
Shallow as can be

Some live in the mountains
Still and free

Some live in the skies
Dreaming on marshmallow clouds

Then there’s me
A touch of deep
A breath at the surface
A trance at the mountains
A dream in the skies

Then there’s me
A canvas of colors
Never fitting in anywhere
Jumping between galaxies

That’s it

Most people bore me

That deserves a poem

A title

A prelude
A culmination
And
An end

It’s one of those realizations
It’s one of those wounds
It’s one of those facts
It’s a moment stuck in time
Not just a moment
A string of events
A life time of accumulation
A realization
An epiphany of the sorts

Leave your mundane pity at the door
It is not welcome here

You who are reading those words
It is not to evoke your pity
It is not for you to say:
Oh, thats a bit dramatic

And to you,
The person writing those words
It is not to evoke self pity
It is not for you to belittle:
Oh, thats a bit dramatic

It is a profound realization

That nothing comes easy for me

Life has a way to toss and turn you around
To burn the surface
To blow away your shell
Life is funny that way
Creating motion from paralysis
Stripping you to your truest self
Life is funny that way
Chewing you into a being you no longer recognize
Then when life has done its part
When you have had your share
You emerge unscathed
Full of wounds but intact
You no longer run
You stand tall
You no longer run
You bend
You no longer run
You pause
You shed
You rise

An urge to write
A compulsion to unravel

A voice unheard
A scream falling on deaf ears

A generation of influencers
Humans locked to screens

An urge to dance
A compulsion to express

Hold on to the smell of lingering basil as you prune the newly formed buds
Hold on to the warmth of his embrace after a long and tiring day
Hold on to the sight of a flower turning into a fruit
Hold on to the beauty that exists
Hold on to the simplicity that overflows
Hold on to your inner strength
Hold on to your dreams
Hold on so you can let go
Let go of your anxiety
Let go of all the wrongs
Let go of all the pain
Let go of disparity
Let go of differences
Accept life is what it is
Accept love
Accept help
Accept reciprocity
Accept we are all the same
Accept we are all the same but different
Accept the beauty of life
In spite of it all
The beauty remains