The best is yet to come
It wasn’t today
Nor was it yesterday
Perhaps, a morrow sooner
The best is yet to come
I tell myself every day
Someday, one day
The waiting time, shortening
The best is yet to come
Said gleefully, because…
Who knows, it may very well be
Right after this utterance
some fall in love
others love the idea of love
some thirst for water
others sip champagne in delight
poetry
i’ve fallen for you
you’re a scarf to smoothen out of place strands
you’re velvet to skin
cognac to the lost weeper
tea drank by the grassy bank
a sail to brave through strong winds and tides
pot of gold under the rainbow
a listener, comforter
nurse to the banes of my life
In the night’s stillness,
As I lay,
I’m in search, and I find
Then I lose,
Orbiting this kaleidoscopic journey
They told me,
Go find mercy.
In the night’s stillness
I build an army
To defeat enemies, let them kneel.
It’s the pictures I envision on ceilings,
In bedpost territory as they told me,
Go find mercy.
In the night’s stillness
I have the best laughs
With friends in the fade
Filling the voids created in the day
We chase the moon, and count the stars
Only just dreams, they told me, Go find mercy.
Before the sun rises,
In the stillness of the night
Come see how I search
Cry, laugh, believe, hope, work, pray
Seeking answers,
They told me, Go find mercy.
Today I feel exposed
Insecure, lashing out at the mirror
Wrinkles I see, an unshapely nose
Depressed, hating the person that I am
I am the ugly duckling, for sure.
Today I keep to myself
Diffident, I am at my lowest point.
My protruding belly, and an unsightly breakout
Unhappy, I am crushed, falling to my knees
I am the ugly duckling, here to disappoint.
Today I declare revamping
Concerned, I feel the urge to change me
Dreaming of a curvy behind and a porcelain face
I will starve myself in hope of a weight drop
I am the ugly duckling, I hate me.
Today I can’t do anything
Unworthy, I give up, what’s the use
Hide your mirrors, cover up your lenses.
If you wish not to see the hag
I am the ugly duckling,
But go easy with your verbal abuse.
When the thinking cap is brimful,
I seize the deceiving lifeline they offer.
They hint at the cold world beyond
So I fixate, and the dark clouds appear
Slashing because pain is pleasure
No roses, no well-wishes
Just these four walls, and me.
So I close my eyes and play out the scenes,
How words cut deeper than the sharpest edge,
Head buried in my palms, happy I can’t be.
So I give to myself, what I deserve
Slashing because pain is healing,
No hugs, no reassuring faces
Just these four walls, and me.
When too much is indeterminable,
I sit in my blood bath.
Carving scars like I’m making a masterpiece,
Adding to the collection, like it’s some hobby,
Slashing because pain is unreal
No light in my world, no more zeal for life
Just these four walls, and me
When I go six feet under,
They will remember.
Autumn leaves on my grave, a reminder,
Of what was once upright, green with colour
A tree, once tall, no more it stands.
No more life, there was no love,
When it was four walls, and me.
When the poet’s mind went blank
A thought suddenly spurred her on.
She went dancing.
She went seeking a semblance of rejuvenation
She went sans pen and paper
When the poet took to the dance floor
The rhythm was her master
She attempted the moonwalk
She attempted the running man, the shuffle
She attempted something new
When the poet sat to rest her tired feet
There was a sense of awakening
She felt a tingle
She felt her mental safe open
She felt inspired.
When the poet had a drink
A figure caught her eye
She kept staring
She kept chewing over
She kept the image in her mental safe
When the poet returned home
Racing to her bedroom, she wasted no time.
She opened her mental safe
She opened her notepad
Opened, were the floodgates.
Halted by writer’s block
The poet went searching
Went dancing
Was gifted with thoughts
Was again literarily vulnerable
Cured by a single outing
Cured by a change in environment
The safe of the hidden treasures, she had unlocked
And the zeal for writing, was once again restored.
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