Of her days-

Of her days-

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She wrote, but not enough
She cried, a little too much
Her smile, remained confined
Without, reaching her eyes.

She lived not- just survived
Her hope- was growing dark
She slept, each night in hopes
A new dawn, would not arrive.

But if- given the choice
To end her life for good;
She’d struggle, and rise above,
The waves- pulling her down.

She’s sad and just away
From despair, by an inch
And that makes all the difference,
Cause “almost” means- not there yet.

She-
still writes, though not enough;
still cries, sometimes too much;
But she’s living, through sticks and stones,
And for now, that is enough.

The above image is courtesy of Jessica Alexandria

At dawn-

At dawn-

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It was all she could-
To wake up at dawn,
Pray to her lord;
Listen to the sound
Of the universe,
Interacting with birds
And their melodic voice.

It was all she could-
With a coffee In hand,
Type a few words;
Gaze at the humans
In a hurry to what?
She wondered…
Their faces,
Filled not with Joy.

It was all she could do-
To wake up at dawn,
Stay strong for a while
Before over taken,
And stressed beyond bounds.
It was all she could do-
To breathe, to truly
Live while she can.

p.s: I know I’ve written about “being all you can” already this week, but for some reason, that’s what is inspiring me lately. Also, I’m on a trip this week, with not so good internet connection so I might not be able to read all your lovely posts. But will try as much 🙂

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She could barely-

She could barely-

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She didn’t share the words
of her heart,
With the world;
It wasn’t a pretty place to be.
She could barley –
stand
Handle
Breathe
Survive,
With the battle
Going on within her,
How could they?
She lived with the words
In her mind-
Stuck,
An incessant battleground;
But, still,
She could stand,
Even if barley;
She had a pulse,
Even if rapid;
It was all she could bring
That day;
It was enough,
She prayed…

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E- Enough

E- Enough

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The soul- it craves,
Always wanting more;
It’s needs, satiated-
It knows not enough.

This greed, grows bigger,
Watered by money lust;
It sprouts a garden,
Taking over decisions.

Money knows no boundaries,
It is up to us-
Direct the soul towards,
Learning enough.

Enough! enough!
plants of love erupt;
The weeds of greed-
Diminish the voice.

Once beautiful garden,
Is now filled with thorns;
A sad fate awaits one-
Who knows not enough.