Watching traffic outside our apartments is like watching life. I see them come with great confidence and speed and bright lights. I know there are two speed breakers there, and I can see them slow down, literally stop and go over these, then they're travelling...but not fast anymore. They're slower, more careful, almost floundering when they draw closer to our gates. Beyond our gates, to the right, is the main road and I know they'll pick up speed once they reach there and turn a corner....
Tuesday, September 16, 2025
Wednesday, September 10, 2025
TYPES OF PAIN
There are pains that you can talk about
and share your distress
like the pain of harsh words and actions
the pain of poverty and struggle for survival - which when you overcome, a matter of pride and respect.
Being physically hurt, or
the pain of separation, perhaps?
These pains that one can claim as one's own
and talk about and seek justice
And then, there are the pains that can never be spoken about...
Drunk like poison -
stuck in the throat, turning it blue,
making the systems go haywire.
slowly
slowly
killing you...
Saturday, February 1, 2025
EMPTY SLATE
My ink is different
when it dries there will not be invisible messages
the space I occupied will be
just as blank as before I was born
for I've chosen to forgive all
And to do that
I've chosen to erase my memories
how can I have written anything at all on my slate
when by forgiving time erased itself?
you never hurt me
And I never lived.
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