Why?

I tell others to be strong

But here I am crumbling inside

I always say don’t bottle up your feelings

But I put a tight lid on mine

I stress on letting go

But I find myself not moving on

I keep saying it’s going to be okay

But I’m losing hope for a better day

I encourage positivity

But I’m letting darkness get the best of me.

Oh, why then am I telling these lies?

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Hey Change, So Glad You Made It!

Change is here, can you see her coming?

Amid joyous cheers and victorious chanting.

Her head’s held high, but her cheeks are wet,

Tears of happiness are gladly met.

Though the air is heady, her footsteps steady

After all this time, she’s absolutely ready.

Change is here, can you see her there?

Give her a hand and show that you care.

Can’t guarantee what tomorrow will bring,

Only this is certain; change is happening.

Mysterious Beauty

A laughter that rings the sweetest of melody

Like a symphony echoing on the mountain top

With an engaging smile spreading ray of light

Its golden halo stretching miles apart

And as hopeful admirers keep wishing for more

She vanishes as quickly as she appears.

My mojo’s gone missing,

I wonder where she’s been,

Spending my time looking,

But she’s nowhere to be seen.

She loves hiding in my car,

Cruising happily on the highway,

Doesn’t matter near or far,

We enjoy each other anyway.

Hopefully she’ll come back soon,

I’m missing her very much,

She lights the darkness like the moon,

My life is dull without her touch.

Missing Mojo

A Choice

Today choose to see

Kindness and generosity

Today choose to hear

Words of positivity

Today choose to utter

Uplifting sincerity

Today choose to share

Meaningful story

Today choose to be

Nothing but humanely

broken doll

There’s a tiny closet, jam packed from floor to ceiling, with assorted boxes of every sizes, haphazardly stacked, precariously standing, that’ll topple at a touch.

Inside a hat box, lives a doll, forever waiting for prince charming, he hasn’t been there, he’s unaware of it, would anyone know, a doll that needs rescuing?

She often dreams of the day, of seeing her prince, to be set free, to live amongst the living, no more feeling lonely, with her knight by her side, the path seems bright, everything sparkles, even the rain feels right.

The doll continues to dream, she’s full of hope, but life carries a different story, one that it doesn’t show.

Inside a hat box lives a doll, she’s been there for years, a disfigured face with a beautiful soul, her body’s broken but her heart’s full of hope, no bitterness, no regret, not an ounce of hatred for the person who broke her.