Trapped dreams

Welcome to this side

Where one understands
What it means to fly
Under heavy rain
Into a netted trap
Where wings are clipped
and feet, fettered

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if and fate and fear

The word if

We may imagine ourselves making it through
Getting a degree and then making good money
Owning a home and then starting a family
With the happily ever after theme
But there’s one word that holds us back from achieving our dreams
From standing up to the crowd
About what’s right and wrong
Fighting for a better world
With peace and justice
And freedom
What if
I’m laughed at or don’t find love
Or become sick and
I fall into debt
What if I don’t get a job in this degree
Lose my friends
If my spouse turns into an abuser
And takes all my money
If my child becomes sick or I raise her alone
Or I vaccinate her and she gets autism
Lose my house and property, and all support
What if all my hopes come crushing down
To my feet
Begging me to dig myself a grave
Cursing me for being brave
Yet not trying hard enough
To escape fate

as long as you’re alive you can make things meaningful

doesn’t matter how or when just as long as you leave those ifs behind cuz bad things happen and it’s so you can do something about it and become who you Are as cheesy  and escalated as it sounds but die with dignity and with something to be proud of- which is you. Don’t let the bad things devour you to your death.

The windows to my soul

the windows  to my soul

are not my eyes lined with kohl

it’s these pages I write with zeal

to free the voices locked in the embers

of life’s burning coal

There are different inks to give the links

and express the way I feel

From the ink of tears I share my Pain

and the Hope I transpire from the nectar

of dreams wished to render

 

However the bane is just the same

as eyes give their secrets

when they shift or dilate

My weaknesses are as easy to read

 

when what’s omitted becomes a riddle

to solve the tampered thoughts unwritten

of the smitten child  hidden in the middle