“Don’t
raise your voice little one.
People might think you’re angry
rather than passionate
and you must not be passionate
about anything
lest you upset sensibilities.”
Getting Over
There are some things you cannot just get over.
They take time
and patience.
They take you at some point
facing yourself in that mirror,
calling the past to the forefront
and being not afraid of what you see.
Some things follow.
Some things leave.
On the Menu
How about a taste of a different flavor?
Too much pain for one lifetime,
taste buds get used to the feeling of hurt
and you think it’s all you deserve,
not true.
On the menu is happiness,
love, good health and pleasure,
absolutely no substitutes.
Remembering Misery
I say
the misery was not for naught.
Really,
it was not.
It played a big part
in shaping me.
I feel strength within.
Sometimes
I am strong indeed.
Haiku of Snowflakes
Shadows fall from sky.
Bodies cover land and sea
Children make angels.
What We Bury
We all have childhood within us.
We bury it and try to forget,
not let it show like some blemish.
As if it is some shame
to be human
and still express
your childlike nature.
Why are we afraid to live?
So Much Together
We did so much together,
laughed together,
had fun together.
I thought we’d always be that way,
together.
But I am often wrong.
