COUNTING
Counting the days to do it again
Be lulled by the melodies as I begin
Chanting names of foreigners
Weaving words verse by verse
A sense of peace coming into me
Despite the harshness of the reality
But as I close my eyes in reverie
Swirling emotions caused a malady
I have to stop being a sponge
Absorbing everything in every lunge
Instead I must learn to be a sifter
Like a peaceful flowing water
Thinking only things of great import
Uplifting notions that can support
I must accept all things of the past
Knowing that nothing ever last
Whatever pains I may have had
They turned me into a better lad
And so, I am learning now
That in every darkness, every vow
I shall embrace my flaws and all
So I can be the winner in my next fall
17:12-17:22, Friday, 090922
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Deciphering Life
PoetryIn this collection, the author documents her life through writing poems after experiencing a major heartbreak, becoming a single mom, restructuring frayed relationships and reinventing her lost spirituality. Delve into rhythmical lines as she weaves...
