Hour 20 : Brewberry
Coffee is my favourite time of the day.
The froth of 1000 eyes, gives me perspective to deal with beings.
The amalgamation of granules and milk gives out the message,
that we all have the same coloured blood flowing inside us.
It’ll Be Okay
Darkness is safe when the light goes dull
Darkness is a comfort when the noise pounds against your skull
Darkness is an abyss, a void for ever falling through
Darkness is where, to most, hope no longer grew
But darkness embraces you with cold arms
Darkness is aware of the triggering alarms
It’s silent, it listens, it lets you fall
Until you’re ready to land into light and stand tall
Perhaps beyond the abyss there lies a light
There is no tunnel but hope is in sight
Perhaps we’re facing up, we can’t see what awaits us after the tumble
There is a light that will have us crumble
But we’ll stand back up, new found hope
And we’ll navigate through that messy slope
And darkness will be there, ready with a rope
To pull us back in case we falter and need to silently cope
But hope will be a spark, a star, or a flame within our eyes
And we’ll be ready to grab onto it after hard tries
Hope will have us soaring the skies
No giving up, we’ll keep walking yelling battle cries
Aspiration
If you believe yourself, it’s a desire
Today’s failures shows the way to success
Hope reveals your fears in your destiny
Not with doubts, it’s a light for morrow.
In every humans’ heart, there’s an aim
To your journey some invisible hand
Encourages, inspires your ambitions
it’s a link wire to challenges of today
it zooms possibilities of coming time.
Hope is a key to safeguard your ideas
When every one after certain threatens
they stand to spin their earnings
without, there’s no scope of after times.
prompt -24
Hour -24
LONGING (hour xxiv)
There is something profound about expectation
when it visits you and takes a dispirited seat
in your living room, even as the air heats with trepidation
It’s like a shield, towering high up the roof
sitting in serenity like a canopy of glittering clouds
swollen with dreamy vapor, to rain down on us
It’s unseen, untouchable, yet unquestionable
It radiates the warmth of a dogged Samaritan
full of life, full of charge, vigilant upon our desires
You never can see it, even in its most prodigious presence
In the matter of a miss, it evaporates into something you can’t hold
diffusing your hopes out, disputing the profundity of expectation
As the peering eyes can see in the darkest part of the night
As wounds mend with a mystery we are yet to comprehend
As time heals like yesterday was never a contender
So also hope stays rooted in the sands of existence
with roots channeled through paths of sustenance
waiting for the smell of water to sprout again
Fleas (prompt 24)
Only a flea of hope.. ‘But fleas ain’t easy to rid’ -Meronym, Cloud Atlas
faithfulness and resilience
may just be strong genetic tendencies
like what you’d see in certain breeds of dogs
definition in specific areas
they drive me
pull me against my will at times
they do not let me lie down
they do not let me give in
though I scratch at them
I do not find that they are eased
fleas of hope that spread at a pace
even my own mind cannot keep up with
Hour 19 :
Potholes-
a portal for insects to escape the politics
Under construction –
a place I would never call home
Exotic-
the trees that don’t just provide shade
Hiding from Myself
I want to write a poem
About how I feel
But it’s hard to explain
How hard it is
To be autistic and at the same time
Somewhat normal
And still be bisexual
Along with nonbinary
Add in being a birthmother
And all the things that come with
Mental health problems
It is difficult to say this to anyone
Especially myself
Bless the day I would learn to love new beginnings.
Bless the day I would learn to love new beginnings.
The day the thing in your body broke,
Someone with a strange face discovered the crack.
The day you broke, the day you discovered you were
The thing that broke, my then strong arm wasn’t strong
Enough to hold this darkness against the thing
Around your neck; this long chain of slavery.
When the days break, we would all bless the dawn
By forgetting all the wrong people that died with petals
In their mouth; bless them; bless their names—flowers.
I bless god for the strong bone of surviving another
Night but who do I tell I do not seek dawn that much?
Who do I tell to teach my tongue to bless this twin
Daughter cell of exit wounds; this twin daughter of dawn,
Who do I tell to pray for me?, that may this new dawn,
Wash me clean like prayers wash my mother’s feet—
Like silence, slowly shifting this cracking dawn into exile.
Ride
weightless.
Motion rising.
Lift off.
Heart racing.
smiles form.
Crying is heard.
Fun and scary.
Not for everyone.