Vulnerability

Here I am

Standing in my vulnerability

Accepting that I am not

who I am

Meant to be

I have these scars

Because I was scared

And have a soft heart

My skin is thin

And body is frail

I accept my vulnerability

But who will accept me

At this point

I don’t care

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Wishful thinking

Why do we keep dreaming knowing it’ll never be

No expectations yet holding these wishes to a higher degree

Walking around with thoughts whirling round and round turning the world upside down

From limitless skies and otherworldly realms to dark dreary days serving as the graveyard of fun, folly, and plays

Like life and death itself

The end of a wishful thought is a death where the steady stream of hope and happiness comes to a sudden stop

And suddenly,  the heart feels old and fattened

Like it’s been overfed with scrumptious fats but no energy nor real benefit comes

Except that its joy was only as long as it lasted, and suddenly it left like a parasite,

Leaving the body like burdened baggage.

Are these dreams ravenous parasites?

Sirens of the imagination, mystifying you until you catch your breath

And fall back onto your feet

With reality speeding past you with a steady momentum

Is this when thoughts become things, and reveal their true nature?

That indeed, you’re not worthy of such imageries, rather let it be enough that you can even witness a mirage

Smile in a cracked mirror

if only we can lead our lives with our hearts and eyes
instead of throwing fake poses and walking with our noses up high

thinking only of ourselves and falling into vice,
forgetting the meaning of life and how to sacrifice
there is a cure and it’s not magic
nor is it obscure or hiding something tragic

it’s to accept the pain that as humans we gain
and forgive our weaknesses that lead us to shame

to move on and ignore the count of numbers
to be free so we can lie back into euphoric slumbers

                    and remember that there is nothing more dearer
                   than smiling into a cracked mirror
                   and watching the world reflect back