This is the kind of poems you all want to read,
A story of a little girl, a teenage, a young lady and a woman;
Aspiring to be liberated from an inherited mind ;
A mind full of stories and patterns that the brain refuses to swallow;
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i can see everything's and everyone's reflection on the ground
Silence is everywhere, only drops of pearls are heard! It is winter today!
Clouds are crying now!
the wind is protesting, shaking everyone and everything around
thunder is angry, screaming out loud, wants to be heard
the lightning is frustrated, because it can't light up the world
nature is mourning, letting go of parts they shaped its past seasons
how it sad to let go of pieces that once completed its whole canvas
and me
What should I do on this rainy day
The shadow is bigger
and I am too confused
Between saying yes or saying No, i am losing
I know All the insincereness kept me along with the demons
Being alone, I was afraid it would make me cold
Being sincere will tear me apart for sure
why this is always happening to me
i am the victim of all their stories or I am the victim of my thoughts
I am an angel , am I not!
but, wait, it hit me what is an angel doing with the devils
dancing to their rhythm, just to belong
Is this why I was born!
or am I seeing it all wrong!
maybe it is my fault
may be i am the one to blame
Maybe I am the one who let it all happen!
Maybe the pattern is to blame!
What should I do? I need an answer, I need to go!
so maybe It is time to reflect and it is time to review
now i have got one shot, let me do
Deep rest is what I need;
This old character is what I need to let go of
responsibility for my life is what I need to learn!
peeling of the layers, is the first step to do, i guess
eliminating others from the puzzle is the next
I won't blame, I won't accept it any more, to be the victim of them and my own thoughts!
because I have the choice to accept and to refuse!
I am not an angel! aaaah saying this,
It is the first time I feel my breath, how was I living holding my own breath
I think Change is a must,to stepping on just like seasons change
i think i need to let go of my own pieces too
to make a room for a new season, it is a must do
a new canva is a needed too
new colors i shall use
My new life is awaiting, I am ready to go
Here I am with my bear feet , naked
my mind is empty
my soul is refined
and my body is an artwork, ready to be painted again
Ready to wear the life I cherish to live
I am hereby, so moving on!
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