I HEAR YOU!

 

I hear your fear.

I see your arrogance.

I hear your panic.

I see your abrasiveness.

I hear your dread.

I see your aggressiveness.

I hear your doubt.

I see your indifference.

I hear your worry.

 

I see your harshness.

I hear your breaking heart.

I see your cynical laugh.

I hear your trembling will.

I see your repulsive demeanour.

I hear your bleeding soul.

I see your egoist behaviour.

I hear your distressed mind. 

I see your selfishness; it’s all a front.

 

I hear and see the real you, my dear brother, sister, friend.

I sincerely do.

 

SMART ALECK

 

I thought I knew it all.

I always had the answers.

I won all the arguments.

I brought down my detractors.

I stood tall, the lord of the ring.

Then it all came tumbling down on me.

The veil was rent, and my nakedness revealed.

I was shocked and appalled at the flimsiness of my reasoning.

It finally dawned on me that I didn’t have it all together.

I didn’t know it all.

 

EASE OFF!

 

Please, relent, release me!

Forget me for a few minutes, that I may have the time to catch my breath.

I need time to lick my wounds.

You have been an implacable enemy, pushing, breaking, tearing, and ripping me to pieces.

I have reached my breaking point.

I am drunk with fatigue and pain.

I try getting back on my feet to no avail.

Oh, please, let go of me!

Let me at least get back on my knees that I may fight with dignity.

Oh life, life! Don’t be so mean, spirited.

You have rained blows after blows upon me.

Do let the sunshine of hope rise upon me.

I beseech you, life.

 

HOME AT LAST!

 

I am back!

The holiday is over.

I enjoyed it while it lasted.

I rested and allowed myself to let go.

Well, not really.

There were moments when I was tense, irritable, and on edge.

I tried to appear calm and relaxed despite the underlying pent up stress and fatigue.

I wanted to release these suppressed emotions, but I couldn’t.

I didn’t want to rock the boat.

We were on holiday.

We had all gathered together to have a good time.

There was a golden rule we all adhered to; no letting your emotions out.

No one uttered it, but everyone knew about it.

I am home now.

It is stifling hot, yet I fell refreshed.

I can now finally unwind,  and let my hair down.

 

MORE!

 

A wisp of smoke, fading away.

A rose past its prime, wrinkled, wilted, falling apart.  

Dewdrops in the noonday heat, fragile, ephemeral.

Rays of the sun swallowed by the darkness.

 

Is this all I am?

Is that all we are?

Is this all there is?

Is that all life is?

 

We are here now.

They are with us now.

We see them no more.

They are suddenly gone.

 

Is this our only lot.

In this here journey called life?

It troubles me; this question eats me alive.

How I hope it is much more than this.

 

OH!

 

Was this all there was between us?

Was it all that fragile?

Was I mistaken?

Did I see it for more than what it was?

Was it a lie?

Did you deceive me?

Or did I fabulate, fabricate this whole reality?

I do wonder.

For you see, I thought I had gotten over you.

Oh my! How wrong I was.

For you see, the memory of us still makes my heart bleed.

 

REAL!

 

She looked happy and excited.

She hid the turmoil within her.

She burned and churned with suppressed rage.

She was green with jealousy.

Envy corroded her bones.

It was hard for her to keep wearing the perfect mask.

She wore a sweet, contented smile as the storm raged within her.

She resented it.

She was exhausted and depleted emotionally.

She wanted to shed off the heavy cloak of pretence, that smothered her.

She wanted to be herself, the real deal.

 

DECLUTTER

 

A heap.

A mound.

A hill.

A mountain.

 

Where do I begin?

Where do I commence?

This task of decluttering.

How do I sort out this Everest that submerges me?

 

I fancy I can begin, little by little.

I can work it out from any angle.

I inch forward, a step at a time.

If I don’t give up along the way, I will reach the summit.

 

 

SUMMER!

 

I tried to hide from your sharp, merciless flaming darts, dear sunshine, to no avail.

I longed to hug you, dear shade, I thought you were my haven; it was all wishful thinking.

I needed a hiding place where I would cool my wounded body.

You shunned and turned your back on me, dear shadow.

I cried out to you, dear refreshing breeze.

I yearned for your compassionate embrace.

You hid your face from me, lovely breeze.

I couldn’t find you, no matter how frantically I searched for you.

Oh dear me, I am melting and chocking from breathing this hot summer heat.

 

WORDS!

 

I gave it without a thought.

I gave it liberally.

I gave it willingly.

I gave it stupidly.

 

I didn’t take time to count the cost.

I didn’t weight the load.

I didn’t measure the depth of it.

I didn’t think much of it.

 

How I regret the words, I uttered.

But take it back, I cannot.

I am ashamed, but erase it all I can’t.

I must now eat my words.

 

Oh dear words, you gush forth easily, readily.

You plant yourself firmly and permanently.

You take a life of your own.

You take over my will.

 

Do you have total control over me?

Or am I using you as a scapegoat?

Have I refused to take responsibility for my acts?

I am the master of this craft I call my tongue.

 

Am I in control, or is that all hearsay?

 

POSSESSED!

 

You are fleeting.

You are fleeing.

You are floating away.

 

You are a precious commodity.

Dear money!

It’s a love-hate relationship between us.

 

When you are not around, I miss you.

I long for you.

I covet you.

I lust for you.

 

When you are in my embrace, I lose my cool.

Hoarding my dear money is my delight.

Yes, you are mine; I do not share you.

I never have enough of you.

 

I hold others at bay with precaution.

I am your sole owner.

Stashing my money is my most profound pleasure.

I cannot share you, my dear coin.

 

Oh no! what to do! My possession has possessed me.

 

 

TRAPPED!

 

I tried to pull away to no avail.

She had me in a corner.

I knew it, and so did she.

 

She saw me hesitate.

She saw me try desperately to pull away.

I looked for an escape route; I found none.

 

Her friendliness was my undoing.

With each smile, she drew me in.

Her understanding anecdotes snared me.

 

I hoped she wasn’t the one at the cashier’s desk.

I wanted to sneak out of the shop without buying anything.

I was out of luck for she was the one at the checkout counter.

 

She zeroed in on each hesitation I had.

She pulled them out by the roots.

She had me fair and square.

 

Oh! Silly me.

Why did I buy what I didn’t need?

Next time I will be less gullible.

 

I will eat before going window shopping!

 

 

TUNED IN

 

She listened.

Her heart sank.

Her heart bled. 

Her heart wept.

 

She listened.

Their brokenness shook her.

Their despair wrenched her soul.

Their hopelessness punched her in the gut.

 

She listened.

Her eyes flew open.

Her ears unclogged.

Her eyes swung open its gates.

 

She listened.

She realized that she only saw the tip of the iceberg.

The most significant part of the iceberg of each life lay beneath the surface.

The back stories of each person were intricate and elaborate.

 

She finally saw them for who they were.

They were wounded, young women and men.

They had broken hearts and dreams.

They were but dried out husks, emptied of their true essence.

 

Hungry souls cast adrift in the sea of indifference, longing for a haven.

 

SPENT!

 

“Call me back.” You asked me.

I never did.

I wasn’t busy.

I didn’t forget.

I didn’t have the mental strength to return your call.

 

You see, I am down today.

I am emotionally fatigued.

I am mentally drained.

I am exhausted psychologically.

I am physically worn out.

 

I knew you were down today. 

I deduced it from the sound of your voice.

You needed me.

You required my help.

You longed for me to lift your spirits.

 

I am sorry.

I cannot help you today.

You see, I have nothing to give.

My cup is empty today.

Life drunk the last flimsy drops of strength I had.

 

I am a spent force!

 

 

DRIVEN!

 

“I am terrified,” She mumbled.

She looked around, her face haggard.

She was assailed and knocked down by worries.

The slave master fear tormented her mercilessly.

 

“I am scared,” She whispered.

She tightly clenched her chattering teeth.

She firmly clasped her trembling hands.

She persistently tried to quiet her anguished heart.

 

“Will I be OK?”She asked.

She was wounded.

She was worn out.

She was sad and depressed.

 

“I will, and I need to, I have to make it.” She said.

She looked around with dead, lifeless eyes.

She took tentative steps towards the exit.

She pushed the door open and entered into her battlefield.

 

“It shall be well!” She shouted

Her eyes lit up.

Her eyes were ablaze.

They lit up with the intense rage that erupted from her soul.

 

Her resolve, ruthless determination, and drive rose up from the embers of her failures.

She had finally come alive to herself.

Nothing was going to stop her.

She had finally locked onto her purpose.

 

ENCHANTED!

 

Her heart swelled with happiness.

Her heart sighed and smiled.

Her heart leaped and swirled.

Her heart fluttered and flew.

 

She lifted her countenance.

She breathed the musical sound.

She melted with each stroke of the black and ivory keys.

She drowned in the enchanting sound that swirled around her.

 

Her soul relaxed.

Her soul laughed.

Her soul stretched.

Her soul unwound, joyful.

 

That was the power of music from the piano in the railway station.

 

EATEN

 

I hurt.

Munch crunch.

I am scared.

Munch slurp.

 

I am worried.

Munch crunch.

I am angry.

Chomp slurp.

 

I am disappointed.

Gobble crunch.

I am terrified.

Gulp burp.

 

I am broken-hearted.

Munch, crunch, slurp.

I hurt.

Chomp Chomp.

 

I eat away my pain.

Am I lighter?

I gobble down these suffocating emotions.

Am I better?

 

I am heavier.

I am bloated and bitter.

Can I eat my pain away?

Or is my pain slowly eating me away?

 

EMBRACE

 

Warm arms drew me close.

Warm arms held me near.

Warm hands cuddled me tenderly.

Warm hands comforted me.

Warm hands embraced me dearly.

I melted like butter in the oven.

I am refreshed, rejuvenated by these here warm hands.

 

ENRAGED

 

It is boiling.

It is simmering.

It is whistling.

It is under pressure.

 

Keep off!

 

This pressure cooker is overheating.

It has reached the breaking point.

It is on the verge of blowing up.

So don’t push me over the edge.

 

You will regret it!

 

ADIEU!

 

Farewell and Godspeed.

Goodbye.

Your voyage is over.

You have finished your race.

 

Oh! It hurts profoundly to acknowledge your sudden departure.

 

It tears our heart out.

It makes us tear up.

It is heart-wrenching.

It is heart-rending.

 

Letting go of a loved one is painful.

Bidding farewell to the cherished one is heartbreaking.

We are grief-stricken.

We are heavy-hearted.

 

Fare thee well.

Thank you for sharing your life with us.

Thank you for touching our hearts.

Thank you for painting our lives with your lovely personality.

 

We will miss you, dearly.