I said a prayer today,
And it went something like this-
(With my head on the ground),
Please grant me empathy.
I said a prayer today
I never thought I would say,
Not the praying part of course,
Just that prayer in particular;
For- cynicism and hatred,
Were not in my nature,
But then I grew up and
said a prayer today,
For the world is changing,
And the world has changed me,
And the dreamer within
Like the trees, the earth, the sea
And its beings.
Dear Lord grant me empathy
For cynicism is overtaking.
I said a prayer today,
For the world is bleeding
And I am bleeding with it.
I wasn’t always like this you know, she remarked softly, as if speaking to No one in particular.
I used to be fun, at least that’s what I’ve been told. I used to have friends, I even used to make jokes, laughable ones too.
It was great to be the joker and the life of the crowd and I reckon, I enjoyed the attraction and the favours it brought along. But eventually, I began to wonder if there was more to life than “that kind” of fun …
I wondered if I could be more. I wanted to be more.
More than just another pretty face, another name who gets passed around by with a laugh, another came and gone, another soul in a world filled with a billion of us. I wanted to be More…
It began with writing down all the things I thought I could do, the person I thought I could be, and- I never dropped the pen afterwards.
They say I have changed and I have lost who I used to be.
But in fact, I have evolved, I have found who I am supposed to be.
There was an empty in her laughter,
And less meanings in her words;
Her shoulders- sloped too often,
Closed posture, she assumed;
Heedless to observations,
In a bubble she resides;
Carefree with an air of gloom
Hovering above- she was described.
Lived on the notion love was but
The movies she had watched;
And somewhere In between life threw
Some sunshine in her storm;
For the downer angst filled teen
Displayed emotions ‘stead of words;
‘least that’s what loved ones hoped
Would be the eventuality for-
Anger as hers was consuming
and destroyed the light of soul.
But she’s still a teenage girl,
And lives her life without regard;
And maybe she is satisfied with,
The way her life has panned so far;
There’s lot of road bumps up ahead
The anger’s just begun;
In place of judgement, all she needs-
Is a solid rock to fall back on;
To crash, is inevitable yet the chance
To rise is greatly more-
When knowing there’s someone there
To lend a hand, as you pull back up.
I turned off the comment for this post because I haven’t been able to reply to posts much recently and it’s unfair to have you guys take the time and write such kind words if I don’t reply them on time. I’ve been wrexams since Sunday but will get back and reply as soon as I can. ❤
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Of self destruction;
An epitome of imperfection;
To him… She was-
In a stormy weather;
In a desert.
To her… He was-
On carefree shoulders;
Of all she wasn’t.
A time bomb
Hiding in plain view;
Masked and caped up.
To embrace her
And tear up
To show emotions;
From his reflection;
He was all but broken;
Now that I’m older,
It does seem time flies;
Can barley grasp minutes,
‘Fore they slip through my hands.
Now days are running,
While the nights seem too short;
It’s the first string of light ,
‘Fore you know, dusk arrives.
Now I am learning-
Life is a series of test;
Experience comes first hand,
And the lessons come next.
Now, is substantial-
Now is good, Now is great,
For all the things needing doing;
Tomorrow maybe too late.
She was a dreamer, a screamer;
A liver, a lover;
Naive in a bubble;
Steam off a cooker-
She was a smart ass, a talker;
A singer, a fighter;
A cryer, dramatic;
Rude and annoying-
She was a little girl with siblings;
In trouble, too often;
Funny and loving;
Through childhood, always running.
She was a dreamer, with less voice;
A liver, not loving;
Innocence now fading;
An ice she’s becoming-
She was a smart ass, deluded
With dreams, lightly rooted;
Religion, a burden;
A flower, not blooming.
She is a dreamer, a liver;
On water, a surfer;
Surviving the high waves;
Atop all the rocking-
She is a smart ass, a talker;
A fighter, with calm words;
Religion, her solace;
A flower, now blooming;
A little girl, who’s made it.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly writing challenge: “Ice, Water, Steam.”