I hear about you from the stars they speak of your radiance they shine when they mention you till I want to meet your presence
The clouds speak of your elegance as I shine upon the earth the ocean mentions its bond with you till the point I want to meet you
But on a faithful date we made our meeting we shined in a way it darken the skies an eclipse of our symbolic natures yet we ended up as great friends from then on we hardly see each other yet we're always thinking of one another so shine brightly in your realm till we meet again
Hanging on the tree of reminiscence my heart delivers me to its presence the present fades away to my eyes as this fruit becomes tantalizing to my soul its form of familiarity intrigues me the darkness of time has become seclusion for this fruit is somehow connected to me
Whispers of regret plagues my mind while the form of this tree is seducing to me my feet warns me of an impeding doom by anchoring to the ground so I won't move my heart pulls me forward towards the tree while the fruit is beckoning to me
Just a taste I tell myself just a sliver of its flesh while I wrestle and battle myself its lustrous shine I can't ignore for my desire for it can't be sated unless I fully indulge in it
I continue to reject my mind's plea yet as I strive closer to its form images of pain stop me from going closer I realize the temptation of this act my heart the most deceitful of it all for this fruit deserve to stay in this realm as I return to the present with relief I find peace within for that fruit of the past should stay on that tree
~Sometimes the past can lure us back when current things aren't going as expected. We tend to go back to things that are familiar even if it's not the best choice. We know it so we figure it cant be worse than the unknown. Well sometimes the past needs to be left there. Keep moving forward through the stagnant present to get to a bountiful future. The last is to reflect and not always meant to go back to ~
Deep within the recesses of my being where light and darkness cease to exist there dwells a piece of your essence it survives the harsh timeless space perfectly formed without flaw it doesn't fade or decay pain runs rampant devouring everything in this place yet it continues to exist for within my heart your memory perseveres taking form of an eternal photograph
Our love created melodies our lives created beautiful lyrics the way our eyes talked made beautiful tunes oh how our kisses created catchy beats that our hearts couldn't resist
Everyone could tune into our station by just glancing at us when we're harmonizing even the wind carried us along allowing people from all over to hear our song the moon was our dj on late nights running back our love for the stars to applaud
Our lives now only consists of silence no more lullabies or harmonies just the sound of time ticking by on this night the rain drowns out the loneliness while a candle's scent covers the stench of tears as you glide away into life's new skies yet I'm grounded here reminiscing thinking of our song's unfinished melodies
I fold it into an intricate form I channel the spirit of origami to make it into art yet my tears decorate it with the colors of my heart as I know it'll sink into the abyssal sea of time but right now in my hands I'll give it a proper goodbye
On this night adorned by the moon the stars are like candles on this fateful date where it's time I let go of this piece of us while the waters are calm on this sad night I'll let our love and your name go afloat like a paperboat
Fleeting beauty upon the wind another delicate scene of spring a tear falls upon a petal for this love mirrors cherry blossoms in the spring fleeting and lonely yet with an indescribable beauty my hands play with the pink colored wind while my heart grasps its inner pain yet our love is like a fleeting scent upon the wind a cherry blossom scene filled with sweet pain
She says she's jealous of how I talk to the moon I told her I'm jealous of the way the sun kisses you while leaving its taste upon your lips yet the moon is respectful and only listens so whose the one who should be jealous me or you for the moon blushes of how I talk about you I know I walk back in wearing her lunar scent but you are the secret the two of us keep so don't allow the fluster she's been a friend to me for as long as I can remember I even let her in on our future plans she hides when you come around because on the right night she'll reveal herself to you when I place one knee on the ground and propose to you
As I awake from what I assumed to be a dream of a me in a foreign world so distant from me I woke up by a shore that's familiar for my fishing poles are right where I left them I must have dozen off trying to catch a few yet my lifetime seem to had flashed below these clouds as the calming winds welcomed me back like a child Oh how this land is almost as untouched as a virgin living this life I feel I'm most accustomed
Life begins with a morning routine me leaving my humble abode to go catch my means I say hello to the neighbor as he gets ready like me we both discuss how today we're both feeling lucky we part ways at the fork in the road he goes through the meadow to get to his boat I wasnt one to ferry around my feet seem to always yearn for the steady ground yet we both have ways of trying to make a living
I stand on the edge of a serene lake I might look poor to one that has obtained a wealthy fate yet the peace and love I have I can never replace my family are all alive and living we're not the richest but we're making it they say I have the heart of a giver yet the stubbornness of a boar but I'm proud of who I am as I fish on my shore this is the life I wouldn't dare trade anything for
The days pass by and some are better than others some days the fish grant me a nice living while others I have to rely on faith to keep believing yet what life dont have its struggles surrounded by love and a sea what more can I ask for I lay upon the grass at night thinking of the future pondering questions that I'll never know the answer to some say my eyes are like the stars always twinkling but my thoughts drown as sleep begins to sink in
This life might not seem glamorous but the peace of the sea always calms me yet the calling of fishing is nevertheless a bit amusing so as I ponder in the here and now I can feel myself dwelling in the past somehow maybe I was a struggling poet trying to capture the moon's heart writing fiercely trying to gather minds to catch or maybe I'll just stick with being a laid back fishermen who was a real catch
Some hurricanes were never meant to be borne For some come out brave, some come out torn Try braving a wave, a gale so prolonged Enough to make grown men forlorn
When words fail comfort and the heart feels shorn And grief and pain feel like prickly thorns A broken spirit hurts more than broken bones Never to be whole again but forever remain torn
Those who shatter, a soul’s death mourn The eyes of the brave shine with the strength of many a storm Never a victim , always a fighter , silent but strong Courage is a badge that is quietly but very proudly worn
This is a true story of my friend whose father is sick and now her mother fighting cancer in the midst of Covid. Her only sibling, is married and staying abroad unable to fly here due to various travel restrictions. Hospital permit only one person with the patient. My friend is struggling alone fighting the battle.
This post is basically written on her bravery who stands hopeful, believing her prayers for her mother's recovery and that her sister is able to fly soon to see her recovered mother.
Hang on a day more. I know it seems tough but it's gonna get better soon. Be the brave self. Put on your courage and show them they can't pull you down, not today not tomorrow, you are stronger, you are brave.
It is pretty autobiographical so became little lengthy. Sometimes the enemy is not.hidden or across the border, it's right there under a halo. Always remember, giving up is not an option. Happy reading.