Home

Declared adults by a number, by a cake… by default

I have fled home many times,

But home has never fled me.

Tearful and protective,

Nurture and nature ringing strong within.

I will grow up.

I am an adult.

You will always be my home.

Whole

Constant feeling of turmoil.

On the verge of tearful breaks.

Constantly.

After years of dry fields.

Delayed reaction,

Or anticipatory action.

A lot is changing and I am alone.

But we are always alone.

Only you will push.

Only you will pull

Yourself. And you,

You and the almighty,

You are one.

Whole.

Reveal yourself and the good ones will respond in kindness...

Equilibrium

The future is bright in my dying hope. I see what I believe exists and only believe what I see exists. Sometimes faith rescues and nurtures me at my weakest. Sometimes I rise above and reject it from the hill tops. In the middle are my loves, values and the diminishing burning light, waiting. Equilibrium.

*انام كي انساااك ... ولكن ما هو نسياني و في المنام ترقد ذكراك ؟؟








*copied by anonymous

Something Great

Great disappointments are like great expectations, they inspire the written word and the endless analysis of every encounter sending thoughts into a whirlwind of spiralling chaos.

Living in constant highs and lows.

First step to recovery is to admit…

I am an addict to this self-deprecating lifestyle

Here’s to healing

Waiting

Every now and then he comes to occupy my thoughts and dreams like he’s there. Every now and then I relive his tragedy and remind myself of the glorious life he lived to solace the sadness at the end.

I watched how he willed a dying flower, cut from its mother plant, to live. Every morning he would water and replenish it, until even the pink slowly seeped out and turned into a peaceful white. I watched how he slowly became a prisoner in his own body. I watched how his great mind was fighting and quickly failing. I stopped watching and only listened. Now I wait for him in my thoughts and dreams.