Today I receive
an apology
from her
for not being able
to put herself together
after many falls
I don’t understand
why does she even apologise
for things
are no fault of her own
She insists
that wasting my time
is an offence
even there seems to
be valid reasons
I can’t help
but think
she is an inspiration
for the fact that
she takes responsibility
respects my time
and still hopes
to put herself
back together
again
and again
and again
Tag: hope
Love Comes in Spring
Spring rain
softly
land on
hope
that
my love
will grow
new vines
to circle
your heart
shielding you
from blizzard
wrapping you
with tenderness
only lovers
know
Restoration
I have been enjoying jigsaw puzzle again. This is one of the jigsaw puzzles I completed recently. From the experience, this poem was created.
It was beautifully whole
A sudden storm broke it into pieces
I could only make out the outline
While the foundation was crushed
Tracking the fragments by their edgy shapes
my unskilled hands perform no miracles
The only hope in restoration lies in time only
It is the time I invest in patiently
which bonds the shattered reality
and make it whole again
And now the beauty is in
both the holder and the beholder
Nature’s Lesson
Empathy
She begs the sun to bleach her brain Too many diseases, disorders Too much hatred and grief She endures with them Their trauma cuts into her green aura Slices her past open through the bolted door Rusty locks and cracked timber She feels cold feet on dirty soil The dampness of moss infested walls The mind torturing plop of the dripping tap How her porcelain face longs for the gentle sun Her world is split into two She is the bridge, the hand to carry them from then to now she resists the grip of the past "Hold on to the warm sun" she whispers Before her eyes The dark shadows, dim cellar, cold winter fading and peeling off like chalk drawings She begs the sun to bleach her brain laying golden shimmers on canvas filled with light and warmth
Blue Knot
He often looks up the calming blue sky
That’s the clarity he holds on to
combating the tangled emotions he lives with
He has been him for so long
and he has been fighting this complex battle ever since
He cannot comprehend it all
not now or not ever
Some past is best left undiscovered
and some history is best unknown
He loves the blue sky as his earliest memory
He remembers looking up from the darkness and he saw the same clear blue sky
Writer’s note about Blue Knot
Knot – adults survived child trauma and abuse often experience complex trauma resembles a knot
Blue – the colour of the sky resembles hope
Ten Minutes Sun and Letting God
She walked along the strip in front of her apartment
back and forth, back and forth slowly
with a tender back
It’s worth it
and all she could manage
ten minutes in the sun
in the middle of Winter
There was no work to go to
no appointment to attend
no fund to go out
Everything in life at that point
was out of her control
She had never learned to be doing nothing
up until that Winter
It was a humbling experience indeed
There was no help from anyone
when everyone else was experiencing more or less the same thing:
jobless and soon to be homeless
Now she is sitting in the garden of a women’s refugee
ten minutes in the sun
in the beginning of Summer
and she manages a few thanksgiving and prayer
She happily handed all control to the Boss upstairs
after she realised through all that
she was kept warm, well fed and the sun has been shining
The Hope Reminder
He carried two rocks in his pocket.
It started as an anxiety alleviator.
There was something about
these minerals clanking together.
Their excruciating fiction in time
grew into soothing melody.
He keeps carrying these two
now edgeless rocks
hoping his turbulent marriage
will soon be harmonious canoeing
after such long-haul conflict.
These two rocks are his hope reminder.
Yesterday No More
Once upon a time
she would let people
drown her rice paper self esteem
with boastful spits.
Nowadays,
she tries to reconcile
with her past no more
because dwelling on
what was once before
is a complete waste of life.
She only wants to leave
ample trace of
joy and healing.
Fast Forward Button for Failure
I don’t understand
Why we can be so stuck
In our failures
Unable to let them go
Refuse to let them hinder
Our present
And beyond
I imagine
The purpose of
Over drinking
Is to numb the pain
The humiliation
So we don’t feel
So we still have hope
Then why
Go back to lick up
The putrid vomit
To experience
the unwanted pain
We are complicated
Contradictory
As humans
Sometimes
Beyond our logical mind
Undeniably insane
We are
Flicker of Thoughts 