Sometimes there is togetherness,
But other times everyone is busy and focused on their own paths.
The one in turmoil is alone struggling through their darkest hours,
The individual in distress is alone seeking a path to redemption,
Messages go unanswered,
Calls remain unreturned,
The one grappling with recurring challenges is deemed unserious,
while the person battling their obstinate monsters is misunderstood.
They walk a lonely road filled with hope,
drawing strength from a family of friends and their own spirituality.
May 9, 2026.
Poetry is moody, she can be pouty and sad.
She can be vibrant, dancing the chicken dance.
I allow her freedom to be herself.
It does me no good to feel I am the boss.
Poetry is a chameleon. He is flexible.
He wakes me up in the night with an end rhyme.
What the heck!
Poetry is a teaser.
Poetry is not just a he or a she.
They is also a we, an us, a them, collaborating.
Going off in directions I could not outguess.
Doing what I never knew they could do.
Poetry slides onto a page with loops and whorls.
Laughing at my consternation.
Taking me totally unserious.
Poetry does not listen.
Sometimes I have this weird feeling I am in charge.
Poetry laughs
Pokes fun at me
Smacks me upside the head
Flies out the window with a hamster on her back.
Reminding me who is in charge.
A reflection of a great poet,
I've seen every time I looked at you,
so seductive your voice hypnotised me,
I'd always look at you and wonder,
travelled back so that I could see if this was really me,
Remember how we met?
Over a piece of paper
We were the only ones left
Like innocent teens falling in love
For the first time
We both rushed to it
Pulled it on both sides and it stuck
Without a choice we looked
Straight into our eyes
Gazed like having a first kiss
I smiled, you reflected it
Like Shakespeare's first sight
We walked on stanzas
And jumped back to reality
We found ourselves holding hands
Like girls catch up
Our conversation flowed
So beautiful you were
As time went by
I found myself loving you
Unfortunately you couldn't
Believed I could try harder
But I was at my peak
And you kept on reflecting
The "I know you can do better"
Reaction on my way of loving
Not knowing what to do
I was consistent
Appeared unserious to you
Reflection of a great poet
I've seen in your eyes
Remember how we met?
Over a piece of paper
I wept inwardly
Outwardly, I pretended that nothing happened.
It’s like a sword piercing my heart
They joked about it and I laughed
The type that doesn’t reach the soul
I asked myself,
Am I the problem or are they the problem?
I guess I did what is expected
Really, I did it right?
Why then am I in this situation?
To them, am unserious
As far as they know, am cool with it
I didn’t blame them “cause I made them believe that
Their scolding and disappointment wanted to out weigh me
But I realized that they fail to understand
That what ever went wrong might not be my fault
But if it was, it was not deliberate
Later, I understood that, they are angry for me, not on me
Their disappointment, for me, not on me
For the future is mine.
This became my joy when they scold me
However, I decided that failing will not make me a failure.
‘’cause the wise does not fall twice on the same spot
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