Poetry

June

Peace June

I am reminded of how vulnerable and frail our humanity is, and looking out beyond and above does that to me. As miniscule as we are in the greater scheme of things, in the minutiae of life we are the greater ones. But just the knowledge that their exists an all-encompassing God who is also an active player in my life brings me comfort, even in the midst of humanities frailty and vulnerability, confusion and turmoil.

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Dream June

My life as a dreamer

I don’t know, but when I dream, sometimes it is one of the safest place there is. It’s not real, and it isn’t healthy, but once in a while, it’s nice to know that I can escape from reality if only for a moment. However, I would like to make it clear that I would never trade what is real for an illusion.

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I can’t stand to be woken,

when I am in the midst of a dream,

and not just any dream,

but one in which I am compelled to remain in forever,

That forever is tempting,

and that temptation allows me to escape, if only for a moment

I cannot control what it is I see,

but they are brief,

Sometimes when I wake, or if woken abruptly,

I either forget,

with lasting remnants tickling my memory,

and sometimes I’ll remember,

and the tones it sets is how I begin my day,

It saddens me,

and when I am in the modes of despair,

no one can tell,

while I silently weep,

And my mind will dwell,

seeking, searching, wondering, and hoping,

if there was a hidden meaning within the contents of my dreams,

If they are a reflection of what I cannot face or have to face in the light of day,

Or is it to hide some inner yearning that I can only face in the dark,

But in the end,

I remain ignorant,

or just avoiding what I don’t know,

or just running away from what I do know

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Impression June

They will never know how much I love him

So much so

My heart freezes before he is cold

He will never know the tears that I have shed

Warmth that I hope would penetrate through the soil

his home

Or how my heart clenches

When I realize that he is gone for good

I settle myself upon the cold marble

And lay my head down

Hoping to catch his whispers

Barely able to utter my own

But even as I utter these words

They echo in the emptiness that is my heart

As I feel the cold against my cheek

The silence echoing my prayers

And when he hears my words

Than I can bear this loneliness

And await for the soothing end when the tears come no more

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Before June

I hear them,

voices,

muffled,

cupped hands over my ears,

pleading for the angry voices to go away;

every night they visit me,

finding me

wherever I hide.

Their shouting’s, reminding me

of war,

but sometimes they would talk,

blissful silence,

follow,

but I am ready,

always ready for the next round,

cause the quiet, never lasts,

If they would only stop and remember,

me…me!

I might not be so alone, so scared,

always wishing for before.

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Silence June

I am tired,

So tired,

Of the secrets and lies.

I feel it deep in my bones,

Engraved deep in my soul.

They don’t speak about it,

They only know and wonder silently.

With every truth uncovered,

A layer peeled away,

Exposed,

I am sad.

Every lie bought to light,

Exploited,

I fall.

Fall into a pit of despair and mystery,

A mystery so intricately deceptive,

It is a lie.

Unspoken secrets don’t die,

Only lie dormant,

For the moment, and fester as time goes on