dead knot

stolen glances, a crossed out name,

wishing fervently time and time again,

for the muscle-ache of my heart to go away.

/

a feeling is rising within me,

my sun

it peeked out from behind the shimmering cedrus

a fleeting moment

nothing more than a momentary glance

but from then on

it would always be with me

crushed

Being crushed…

/

Is like a magnificent diamond,

shattering into fragments,

tiny, deadly,

each shard piercing you till

dear diary,

there’s a stack of books tucked in the corner of my drawer

what’s that? my sister, she wanted to see

what rests in those dog-eared pages?

how do i begin

~

THE TIMETABLE

5.20

Much too early, the song blares forth from the phone

Sleep not yet out of her eyes

She trudges to the bathroom

Washes up

Burden Of Rebirth

What if the phoenix 
doesn’t want to rise again.
What if the ashes 
of the soul that once was
ought to be blown away
in the wind,
What if a broken mind
doesn’t want to be stitched-up
because it’s shattered 
into fragments of mirror 
Too tear-stained to be
any use
glued together again.
Because…

don’t tell my therapist

-

there is a certain twisted beauty

in setting the world on fire

and from the centre of the flames

watching silently

Love Came Down

Love is patient.

Love is kind.

Love is like a welcomed flood during a season of drought,

where doors are thrown out wide and windows flung open,

Birthdays

On the 30th of May I look into a mirror and

see a reflection of my future self staring back

I am afraid

Afraid of what might change and

What might not

little black box

As dark clouds roll by and thunder stills

as the sun wins its battle and rainfall cease

a rainbow emerges

and kids point and laugh and scream joyfully.