This poem was a fire
Ignited within me.
It heaved and it burned
Inside my chest.
It was a heavy burden and it made me
I knew I would not let it get the best of me,
So I decided I would get on my feet and beat it with rocks
Until it bled.
I would pick up a pen and write down what it said-
A love letter, a couplet perhaps?
I’ll write whatever-
I want this feeling to elapse.
My ideas were like new babies being born,
One after the other.
They would not give me a chance to
Catch my breath.
Oh no, they just kept coming
Like lights discovered in a flowing river.
I sat on the kitchen table,
Held my lucky pen- and waited for the words to ooze out of my soul.
The sink complained,
“Drip, drip, drip.”
I stared at that piece of
Cold useless metal.
As a glass of water stood by its side,
It trickled tears.
My thirst kicked in –
My eyeballs turned dry,
My hair went brittle,
And words I struggled to say
Were stacked to the roof of my mouth.
I bit my dried up lips.
The moment I would sip that holy water,
My guts would cool down,
Just maybe –
Kill this poem,
That was a fire ignited within me.
Drinking water is such an easy task,
May I add-
It is quenching
Such is loving you my dear –
The only contrast is that
When I reach out for you,
Strange hands appear and slap my dry palms,
Depriving me from a necessity,
Expecting me to survive -
And make friends with thirst.
When I stand my ground,
They finally hose down my need for water,
And bury my head in an ocean of my own making,
Where my words are blurred and unclear,
Trapped in bubbles of murdered justice
That will never pop.
Aren’t they aware?
Don’t they know?
We all need a sip of water every once in a while.
The sun might hurt the petals by drying them out
But the rain visits from time to time.
When will the rain visit me?
Wash away the distress they have caused-
As long as things stay the way they are,
I will have to find comfort and hydration
In the thought of this promised Glass of Water
That shall one day –
Quench my thirst.