Struggling Poems

It’s February

It’s February
the soft stones
are still hard
among the eaves
clinging to the river






















 

The cold hand

She just wanted help drowning
Everytime she tried speaking
It felt like a cold hand gripping her throat
It felt like racism breathing silence in her mouth
To other It looked like she had been saved
But she knew she had been condemned
To a life without freedom
She couldn't pretend
She didn't want her life to end
She wanted an out
And maybe the

Overthinking

Why is the heart so confusing 
You’ve been told it’s wrong
You know it’s wrong
But you crave for them more
Not even physically
Just their presence is more than enough
You give until you’re drained
Wondering why you don’t receive as much
You care so much 
Why isn’t it the same 
You want people to feel loved and cared for
But it

Unwillingly willing

"300"
But this won't suffice..
"It isn't exotic to pay such a price"
How my sleepless nights and joy forgotten 
If this isn't sold my family shall be trodden 
The society seems correct when they say
This "mere hobby" will not pay
What special lies in these brushes and blobs
They say
And I like a fool listen in dismay
"Anyone can sketch

My teacher's comments on my poem

Those were my teacher's comments,
as she handed back my poem.
And as I walked dejectedly back home,
I ripped my masterpiece to pieces 
and flung my failing words ~ at the birds.

Faith

Try, again, again  
"I would tell myself"  
But I'm failing more than my wins  

Oh! God give me your hand  
I'm drowning -  
In your absence  

Youthhood- my enemy  
My destiny- so heavy  
I didn't choose any of this.  

But I trust in you, Lord 

Do I Know You

Do I know you? 
No. 
You don’t know me. 
How can you when I don’t know myself? 

You know 
that I’m wearing glasses 
and have a pimple on my cheek.  
You know 
that I smile at the end of your sentences 
but don’t know that I’m not really listening, 
only hearing your 
pauses. 

Life: An Acrostic

Like leaves we are, clinging on to dear life
In a world buffeted by winds and storms
Forever struggling to fit diff’rent norms
Even losing sometimes amidst the strife.

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Struggling With Life

By now my perception,
so naive and derisive
going beyond intention,
should have changed;
blemishes spoil this appearance,
they are worse than any word said
to hurt and humiliate with vengeance:
sling no stones, no threats to shield! 

I got through many hurdles,
they posed hard challenges...
and struggling with life I can say,
" I'm prouder than anybody. "
What held me back was constant

Tied down

How long will I have to be here? 
I have been here since as long as I can remember 
Tried to move on 
But I am trapped to 
I am tied to you 
Fate and destiny doesn't want me to move on 
I am on a collar 
You pull me back 
It chocks me -

Struggling to find the words to say

“Struggling to find the words to say”
Seeing the heavens tear open
Within the twinkling of an eye
“Surrounded by a starless sky”

Seeing the earth light up in pink
“Struggling to find the words to say”
“When it's nine in the afternoon”
When the moon stopped giving her light

I see a child of shining white
Who has several forms in light 
“Struggling

Glimpse Into The Writer's Head

A girl rotting
A girl alone

She is still for hours
She is still forgotten

A girl downtrodden
A girl down on her luck 

She is drunk on misery
She wakes hungover on woe

A girl runs on decaf
A girl sleeps away

She is ruined by the hope
She is stuck on pause

A girl with thought and drive
A girl without a way

She is shell

Struggling To Understand Life

I've been falling in and out of love with myself. 
Saying I deserve to be happy then punishing myself with my choices. 
Choosing people who will break me when I finally start to build myself up. 
Getting headrush and falling down every time I stand up for myself. 
I've been thinking about my life and

His Struggling Life

From birth he grew and grew,
Growing up to a young man anew
Though was not the same
For the most he hoped in the beat eloped.

Everyone desires for the best
But much effort of man
Suffers riding the crest of the wave 
That ends in rest.

When will the joy be achieved?
When will the pain be relieved?
In the life 
That

Entertained By An Empty Room

Each time that the rain falls,
No matter the day, week, month,
I see drops hopping from leaf to leaf
and the cold wind gracing my windows;
the sun always struggles to fight its way through the clouds,
and I'm lying on my side
waiting.

The sheets become slightly crinkled, as they were,
and the blanket covers me, as I lied, so deep

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