My Writing

Someone once trapped me inside of a box –
It was neither too big nor too small.
And I clamored and climbed,
I mimicked and mimed -
Only to find that no one listened at all.

So now I play biscuits and tea in my box –
With the dolls that are also there.
We pretend laugh and pretend giggle
Pretend Smile, pretend fiddle
Just to pretend that we do care.
About life’s trivialities
Other’s problems and families.
We cry at the tragedies,
Applaud the fake majesties
Think outside the box, no one dares!

Because life is safe here -
There aren’t reasons to fear!
But our dreams go untouched and our hopes go unseen.

it is better to settle
And to not touch the kettle
Piping hot with anticipation,
Absolutely not, not our nation!
Mediocrity is the goal which we cheer.

And so I learned to be
Content and not free.
For I gave up the fight
By the fall of the night.
And now I have everything
But me.

My path was never a simple one
"Always touching the stove!" Mama once said.
I never heeded the warnings, and
I never took no one's word.

I have experienced heartbreak
So PainFull that even now
I look back at my Tortured
Soul.

But at least I have one.
That has never taken the path of least
Resistance. It has always been
Shoulder, to the wheel.

I have So much Sadness
Coupled with Hope
Won't someone come bear
My cup with me?

But with this sadness came
Life. And I Love with all I
Have. And I put down my
Guard. And I get hurt, I am back up.

Because I believe in
Love.
Because I believe in
People.

Because I believe in
Goodness.
Because I believe in
Action.

I may have lost
But I have Loved.
And I still Love.
And I will always Love.

Wrapped in the loneliness I feel
Another day has passed.
I smile a hopeful one,
Praying.

The day starts as any other.
Wake up missing this person
I once was praying, now
Hoping.

So full of Life
So full of Dreams
So Inspired
So Naïve

I had never felt
The pain of heartbreak!
I had never known
The pain of settling!

But now. I feel
So dull inside, lacking
The spark that once,
Gave.

But now. I know
The guilt inside, lacking
The person I’m not,
Becoming.

But I march on
My sadness will leave
For I am
ToughandResilientandPassionateand I CARE.

I care.
I really care.
I really love
to Really Care.