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.
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.
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
I choose good memories over trauma
I choose forgiveness over bitterness
I choose hope over despair
Because time is with limit
I rather choose wisely
The two snowflakes collide in the blizzard They cling on to each other to survive the gale When the morning sun shines their hearts melt a little They break into big grins just in time for Spring
The Living Poetry prompt – Late
Love is worthy of waiting
All the past tribulation
and perseverance
lead to the great encounter
Love never arrives late
as life is never filled
with bitter regrets
instead
it is full of reward
for those who seek love
her heart endured a lot
it was once
provoked to anger by betrayal
broken as a result of blunt rejection
too tired too weak to respond
bled out to a slow death
and yet
her heart is still
raw
open
fighting
imbued with passion
RoBIN gave me this prompt unintentionally.
God has given her a heart of emerald
She became the purveyor of love and hope
People wallow in despair
She sees through the fog
carries hope in darkness
speaks the future and truths
In darkness, I long for the light
In chaos, I long for the peace
In despair, I long for the angel’s wings
Photographed by David Mane
She painted her nails in yellow
like the daisies thrive in desert
She painted her toes in yellow
like the sunflowers bloom on the beach
Her heart filled with sunshine
and the hope of forever green
