She carried her backpack with IDs and walked out one day after their son turned 18 She became the irresponsible one when her only responsibility was adult enough to cope with a family breakup She took the first flight to a new city to start a real life left behind an adult child and a juvenile husband
Category: Poetry and Prose
CD
I have kept this CD player
with our love story
hidden in the tracks
in case
you come to this cafe
again
we will share our love for music
just like the old days
before everything fell apart
Until then
I have no reason to revisit
the path we strolled along
hand in hand
sharing earphones
dancing to the beat
of our love songs
I wonder
will you blush
like you’ve always been
when you hear it plays
will you still
turn up the volume
trying to drown out
our heartbeats
I wonder
will I finally
allow myself
to break down
when realise
how much
I’m still
loving you
Indecent
This is a collaborative piece by Bree and Cassa. Do check out Bree’s blog Secret Thoughts Within for more of her wonder.
My love for you is indecent it doesn’t fit neatly into the mould I am an outlier in every book of sin No amount of purity resists my passion Offer me your vigour and I will return it ten-fold You have never known a love like mine I’m a wildfire and raging storm Come! Count me in Let me be your intoxication and Sunday regret We’ll be each other’s forbidden fruit and feast on a love so indecent
Frozen Smiles
It was just yesterday
We bid farewell
to our glorious youth
In my naiive optimism
I thought of many reunions
coming our way
Last night
I heard of your passing
Life startled me
I hurried to that yesterday
snapped a photo of your smile
attached it to my prayers
hoping you remember us
once shared that celebrated chapter
– dedicated to Amanda B. (November 1960 – March 2021)
Rome
I only allow myself
to be half full of Rome
untill nightfall
The ancient streets
are filled with mortal sins
of the modern life
In the shadow of the street lights
I take off my sandals
kneading my heels into the cold cobblestones
pressing my palms on the old walls
Now
I let the saints and ghosts
fill me with the rest
A scarlet rose in my hair
A bronze raven at my feet
Truth Hurts
I couldn't breathe or fit into a growing red China.
I would never protest or speak my mind for the fear of losing the little freedom that I had, more so the safety of my love ones.
So I escaped and started restoration and healing in the land of downunder.
Now the suffocating condition returns when I witness my fellow citizens fighting for our freedom, and are under the tyranny of our elected government.
This is the most difficult realisation. I ran from a wolf to a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Earthing
lie down on the warm grass
gazing upward to the canopy
spin my palms from the centre
to the edge of the horizon
dig my toes through the green
Mother Earth
give me strength
give me energy
give me healing
give me courage
to carry on
to be human
to be whole
Our Eyes Meet Again
I search your hollows
For the remnant of me
There's no trace of any fire ever lit
Did your sorrow rain over our love
Or did I take your soul with me
Restriction
They were once birds who knew freedom They used to migrate under the threat of predation and mortality It was worth it for the freedom and population They are pacing in this giant electric wired cage Seasons mean little to them Wings are on the verge of redundancy They don't call for each other anymore They are in it all together Birds lost their freedom We human lost our voice Soulless reality holds us in captivity Our spirit yearns for liberation Liberty is never free She stands on the foundation of blood, sweat and tears
Songbird
Golden dreams fill my vision
A future is awake
On a bed of promises
A feast of sweet nectar
A vantage point to serenade my love
Flicker of Thoughts 