i hate you so much
you destroyed my life
and you couldn’t care less
i get sick when i think of you
living your life as if
nothing happened
you’ll never pay for what you did
you’ve never had to before
arrogant to the core
you’ve left all your victims behind
damaged and hurting
picking up the pieces
my revenge is that i will survive
i will let go of the hate
and forget you completely
Do you know the door to the hurt place?
The door in between no place and the great place?
The door where the owls don’t rest, but only the ravens
Who wait for those who don’t make it out
The door where moss quickly grows over live, beating hearts
Oh, do you know the door to the hurt place?
How it swings open without abandon threatening to swallow you whole
The door to…the hurt place which offers nothing but a tomb for transcendence
Do you know the door to the hurt place?
Enter it at once
Fear nothing
It holds the infinity of you.
Time for a pause
Mother Wisdom said,
a break from breaking
reality.
Time for a beat, be
who you are, embrace
your name, race,
creed and just be.
Breathe this breath
in, it’s weird,
it’s worth it.
For four decades death was a stranger to me.
I empathised, I offered my shoulder but I did not really know death.
Then, this year, death came.
An uncle, an aunt, another aunt, a friend.
Death came, they left.
The clink of tea cups and teary smiles.
Cold and waxy sunken cheeks.
“No more pain now Dad”, my daughter tells me with her smiling, bun-filled mouth.
She is four years old.
She is right.
I throw myself
into writing, into a written
world because it is better
than stewing in lament.
I look for healing,
searching for the weaving
of words to mend me
and help with next steps.
an ancient wisdom
or just scribbles from
yesterday
prophecy
or product of a bad
dinner
tiny words to bind
compress and heal
a wounded soul
Do not walk
through life
thinking with a wallet
What can I buy
What will make me whole
Find wholeness
in your own life.
These days are gloomy,
My pain ruminates from my mood.
Slowly I can see light peeking out from behind the clouds in my mind.
As my sky starts to turn from gray to pink.
My sorrows begin to fade into day.
All the gray begins to melt away.
The ink from my pen takes all my sorrows away.
No more excuses
for a broken world,
no more words of parting,
High time for words
of knitting together,
songs of mending.
Come to me wearing all your scars,
come to me bring the divine tears of despair
and the darkness of your fall,
you see i want it all from you,
don’t worry, the softness of our lips
will change the fate.