The mirror never
saw me cry.
All my tears are hidden
deep within
the vaults of my heart.

Only happy tears
rest in my eyes
and fall down
when my lips smile.

Every tear
is a precious treasure,
each drop carrying
a moment of pain
life hands over.

People who think
it's okay to hurt someone
for their own merriment

will one day find it the hard way
when life itself becomes their mirror –
showing them the monsters
they carry in their mind.

To be the black sheep of the family —
what a terrible thing to be.

All the neighbors and relatives
heap praise on my super-successful siblings
and hurl insults at me
at the first chance they get.

I know all too well –
it is their jealousy of my siblings' success
that they take it out on me.

If success is measured by
money and fame,
I am not going to take that bait –
I am happy as I am.

Insult me all you can,
I can take it all in.
For you can only give
what you have,
and for that reason
I forgive you.

I remain the black sheep
of my family–
by choice,
at peace and forever free.

Our meeting was nothing short of an accident.
We developed a friendship, out of nowhere.
The time we shared together was filled with adventure.

Then we reached that point in the road where we had to go our separate ways.  
So we parted ways with heavy hearts,
Though physically separated, 
we were always in each other's thoughts.

Now that the journey of life is about to end
I stopped, thinking what life would have looked like, had we made the journey together.

As I look back
searching for him
to see him one last time
to bid him the final goodbye.

I heard thunder
It woke me up
There he was
Standing next to me,
looking at me, smiling.

Now I know what life would look like
without him in it.
It feels like a second chance
A chance to change the course of my life.

But I am still in a dilemma –
which road to choose.

When the world

turns against you,

who do you

turn to?