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Sarah M. Poem
We've all got a brain, you know
Though it cannot quite be seen
It stays imprisoned within our skulls
To be heard, it's very keen
It often finds it's way outdoors
Through our toothed facial channel.
It plans a detour, when our lenses spot
An approaching academic tunnel
But, what does a brain look like?
I often sit and ponder.
How does it feel within our skull?
How does it taste, I wonder!
So I went to ask my mama
"How does a brain look?"
She said, she would show it to me
But then, pulled out a book
She showed me all the diagrams
And read all the relevant text
Explained to me bit by bit
Assuming, I was interested
Cerebral cortex and cerebellum
And all the labelled lobes
Muscles movements and memories
A place for maths, a place for hopes
To her dismay, I spilled the beans,
"That's not quite what I wanted,
I intended to see a brain hands-on
But, thanks for what you imparted."
"I think I've quite understood
The functions this book explains",
I informed mama with a smile,
"My one question, but, remains"
"What is it, my dear one?
Let's work it through together"
"What does a brain taste like, mama?
I solemnly wonder"
Like a frozen deer in headlights,
She stared at me bewildered!
Her ears vented invisible steam
And in gravest tone, she whispered,
"How do you declare to know not
The taste of human brain?"
In countless portions, you chew my harns
Yet you dare to pose this claim?!"
Copyright © Sarah M. | Year Posted 2021
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Sarah M. Poem
The weaver of stories
The twister of words
Where within me is she?
Where is she lost?
Creativity, it's where?
Where is my flair?
Those sentimental words
Those phrases of care
My dagger-like anger
My grief, a killer
Where is that me in me?
Where is that thriller?
Everything, it's lost
Not a bit strung along
My words fail me
All's gone, so long
My poetry, so plain
My words, so bland
My heart, it's mute
My thoughts, they're blank
Without you, I'm bare
With you, I'm alive
I seek you within me
In you, let me dive
So when is your comeback
Oh poet-girl of me?
When will you return
Belong once again to me...?
Copyright © Sarah M. | Year Posted 2021
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Sarah M. Poem
For those of us who take the dart to the heart with a smile
There's no one who gets to see our melting points
They shut their eyes just like we veil our cries
And everyone pretends nothing's out of order.
In all this pretence of
normalisation
Somewhere inside us
the pieces keep shattering down
While people keep coming around
Giving a little extra pain to shove down.
Pointless arguments
same merciless tones
There's not an inch of empathy
not even a little humanity.
How would have I known
Some grieves are for you to bear alone
Maybe it's not even a legit grief
when you lose someome that only you have known.
With piercing agony
inside our beings
we flash smiles like it's a good holiday
while all we go through is another agonizing day
Shattered souls and aching bodies
Broken hearts with unwritten stories
No proper theme,
not title to give;
what have I just been through?
how could this be so much,
and yet be so 'nothing'?
How could an event,
an interval of life,
longer than 10 weeks
be recorded shorter than a heartbeat?
How can something be forgotten before its even over?
A loss remains a loss
whether acknowledged or not.
The pain remains intact
despite all the varnish.
And a place in the heart forever remains
Occupied by the same inhabitant.
And time and again
the specks of grief
shine through the eyes again.
I am grateful you dropped by, even if it was just for a moment...
I don't even know if you're counted; but in my heart, you're permanent.
Copyright © Sarah M. | Year Posted 2021
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I take her delicate hand in mine,
With flowers and swirls, I seek to entwine.
Pretty it’ll look, and smell even better—
Henna on the hands of this girl of mine.
She selects a pattern from a sea of designs,
Insisting I weave it with elegance and rhyme.
“I’m no artist,” I say, “I’m just giving it a try.”
“But Mumma,” she sighs, “I want the best design.”
So I splurge and style as I erase and trace,
Adorning her hands with hard-earned grace.
She smiles and squeals, "Oh Mumma, I love it!"
Reassuring me, love has filled her heart’s space.
For artistry it is, and beauty it emanates
Embodying love & hope, and all the beautiful traits
Subtly connecting girls across distant lands—
From India to Ukraine, from Palestine to States
Some sheltered in their mother’s warm embrace,
Laughing and playing; their joys fill the space.
Some fleeing from demons from cage to cage,
In their harmless hands, collecting rivulets of tears
O daughters of all tribes, O sisters in grace,
You stand united, no matter the color or trace.
Strong and resilient, yet tender and kind,
Your worth transcends the stains you possess.
Not defined by the delicacy or strength of your build,
Or whether you have no hands to cater with.
It’s how willing you are to uplift another soul,
With whatever you hold, to help the world heal
Dear Girl,
Embrace you.
You're here for a purpose grander than you.
There are fireflies flickering all around you,
Just like you—
A constellation anew
Light up the universe
With your scintilla!
Copyright © Sarah M. | Year Posted 2024
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