AT EASE

I am full, nicely so.

I ate well, my lunch I mean.

So, I am quite content.

 

I am full, intensely so.

I rested well, my soul I mean.

Quite at ease.

 

I am full, overwhelmingly so.

I am overflowing, well, my heart is.

I mean, I am quite blessed.

 

ENTHRALLED

Do I cave in and let my heart sting?

Do I give in and let despair set in upon me?

Do I fight with all I have in me?

Do I give the fight of my life?

 

For all that loving that wretched my esteem.

That made my heart steam.

That made my tears stream.

That made me shaken.

 

The gallant token I was offered.

Drew me close and taken I was.

That seemed to me a proof of your lovin’.

Oh! The gullible soul is so easy to coil around one’s firm hold.

 

Not all that glitters is gold, they say.

I disagree.

This gold here that holds my heart.

Is so cold you see.

 

SCORNED

Yellow shirt.

Amber liquid.

Yell, shout.

Anger loathed.

 

You make me recoil when I see you.

You make something crawl inside me.

I don’t want to see you.

Take note of you I won’t.

 

I do not want to see the real issue.

These unspoken issues that lie behind the loud shouts.

They hide behind your irritating, obnoxious mannerisms.

Of your drunken self.

 

I cannot.

I will not.

I should not.

Notice nor care.

 

Because if I do, my heart bleeds for you.

For your shout is a silent cry of help.

I see you.

I hear you.

But I also have my problems.

My shoulders aren’t big enough to carry you.

So, off you go!

 

I shut you out.

I push you out.

I want you far.

I dread you near.

 

Oh, you!

Yellow shirt.

Amber liquid.

Yelling shouting.

Angering loathed.

 

 

RENT TO PIECES!

You laughed.

I wish you had cried.

I wish you had mourned.

I wish you had screamed.

I wish you had yelled.

 

Oh! How I wish you had.

Your laughter is;

The most broken, forsaken.

The most profound wounded sound I have ever heard.

 

It shook me to my core.

It brought me down to my knees.

It seeped deep into my bones.

It made you part of my heart, causing it to bleed.

 

You laughed, and now I am haunted by the wretchedness of your life.

The deep solitude.

The deep wounds.

The deep shame.

The deep despair.

The depth of things left unsaid.

 

You unloaded all of them at my feet, with one laugh.

You chained me to the stake and set me on fire.

Yes, I am now daily consumed by fire.

The never quenched fire of guilt, regret, helplessness, and self-loath.

 

You laughed and finally brought me grovelling to my knees before you.

Oh! What to do now?

 

JITTERY

Eyes, darting, here and there.

Fingers, dancing, enlacing, releasing.

Feet, shifting, this way that way.

The wait isn’t easy.

 

Heart racing, mouth dry.

Cold sweat breaking, trickling, pouring.

Body heated up.

Tummy rumbling, butterflies fluttering, floating.

 

A sigh of relief, the wait is over now.

Paralysing fear’s dark cobwebs now recede, fading away.

It’s a new day, new possibilities.

Courage warms and strengthens the heart.

Hope springs forth giving it wings.

 

I STAY!

No, I can’t go yet!

I have so many books to write.

So many wrongs I need to right.

So many cars to ride into the tide of life.

 

No! I cannot leave yet.

There are songs that I must sing.

Be it is only to the moon.

In the darkest of nights!

 

OH RIVER!

River flowing.

What a sight.

Water meandering.

What a sound.

Trees, aligning the water bank.

 

Relaxing.

Reminiscing.

Nature, what a delightful sight.

Reclining, refreshing.

The stream flows.

 

Feet and toes are malaxing.

Massaging, hydrating.

Fingers and palms are caressing.

Eyes are closing, muscles loosening in bliss relaxing.

 

WHY, HELLO THERE!

Unwinding.

Unfolding.

Unravelling.

Deploying.

 

Stretching taut, numb muscles.

Facial muscles.

Emotional muscles.

Heart muscles.

 

Finally freeing me to be me.

Letting go, unchaining me.

Simply me.

Unapologetically me.

 

Here I am.

In my unashamed, unadulterated splendour.

With my weaknesses, strengths, uniqueness.

In my quirkiness, and daffiness.

 

Hello dear me, how are you today?

 

 

DIFFIDENT

She’s down sometimes.

She’s self-conscious.

Always wondering if everyone is staring at her.

 

She sucks in her tummy.

Trying to camouflage the lovely mound that is her lower belly.

Passing by the opaque windows of a building, she gazes at herself.

 

Did I add weight?

Do I look good in these clothes?

She sighs, sucks in her tummy.

 

If only she had a flat belly.

The curves are elegant but the tummy!

If only she had a slim face.

The eyes are lovely but the cheeks!

 

She stares at her face again and sighs.

There’s always a little something that nags at her.

It stands between her and the door.

The entrance to the room called happiness.

 

This little something, crushing her self-esteem.

It’s a grain of sand hurting her.

It irritates, the delicate flesh of her oyster heart.

Little does she know a pearl is developing within her.

 

 

THIS ONE’S FOR YOU, JAHERANA!

Push, pull, shove.

Push, pull, shove.

On and on it goes.

Each one is trying to gain ground.

Gaining, loosing.

Grasping, grappling.

Holding on, though we’re losing ground.

 

Then it happens.

We are at the edge of the cliff.

None wants to give way, yet one has to, or both lose.

We are at our wit’s end.

Wholly drained for we’ve given our all.

Then why are we here?

Why, oh why do we find ourselves on the brink of destruction?

Our deepest desire was to build something beautiful.

 

Then it dawns on us; we haven’t lost it all yet.

The end of this season is a promise.

The birth of a new season, a new beginning.

It is a matter of viewpoint.

We haven’t lost it all, at the edge of this cliff.

If one gives way, then we are saved.

As one, as a team, we can both slowly move towards each other and turn back to firm ground.

We would then contemplate the beautiful scenery.

Offered by this vantage point at the edge of the cliff.

 

Realising this, we put down our armour, our volition.

The stubborn, prideful, “own sweet way.”

We lay down our arms.

We put on concession, this beautiful robe.

Oh, how lovely when we change perspective.

We now comprehend that it was a raw gem.

An uncut diamond.

We had to reach the edge of the cliff to see how lovely life was.

Yes, a meaningful existence appears when we look through a prism.

The prism of laying down our will.

Oh, love, you do not seek your own, but you see the good in each one of us.