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The least favourite part of my day is always it’s beginning, And after that Ted talk… i definitely know better, But here i am again! Silencing the fourth ring of my alarm ! My constant ritual in the unhappiest part of my day.
I could pile up all the facts, But still come away with the same thing… From childhood memories to adult realities – something hasn’t changed A warm bath is great, but it’s timed- every thing is on these horrible mornings. Obediently , i hop into this and then to that till I get to set engagements.
I could have had fifteen more minutes in bed… Fifteen more minutes would have our arrival times synched. If I’d known they’d be late… then I’d just be on time to their time. But here I am forced to listen and smile Prompt replies to their stories of discordant mornings As if….as if it’s a perfect day.
Haunted. By the words I keep inside. By ash..as it falls, Slowly on me. Forming a pattern? I don’t know. Jigsaw to my puzzle,puppeteer to my pinocchio. Of all the certainties that form in our conversation. By jove! See the bunnies beneath our bed. Of the broom, leaning against unstable tables… Beneath which the corners and so darkness resides. By tracks of mascara when I cry. Out in feeling , Stained handkerchiefs , Insomnia and camomile cups of tea. By time and it’s flow has no regard For this fact, I’m haunted.
December 31st. We’re still waiting for our better days. The memories of yesterdays are yet to fade, But i feel it- we all do. Dear now,our lives are seeping away. There’s nothing to be had without and so i dip within, Kept safe in my only cocoon. Things will change Yes, and maybe i’ll become A version who deserves all the nice things in life too. [ ] Charis2020
All rights… reserved. The audience,not so much. They are as vocal as they come. But you might want to sit down for this, Grab your eyeglasses if need be. You know how these things are presented… It’s a fine print galore of theories and conspiracies. Religion. Choice. Respect. Generational trends… Redemption, and all its songs. Shades of a colour… labels of different eras. Voices all around. They clash. Form and call for reforms on shaky platforms and foundations. Life losing it’s flavour. Male,female… we’re fumbling For something. Anything Rules bend backward to have a better view of lady justice with the scales as she stands with her eyes wide shut. But no matter… It is, as it has always been, part of this game We’re safe because,the Ts and Cs apply.
Rock the boat, Stir up the unknown. Forget the lessons written in chalk! Dive deep into the waters, There,you just might find, The hidden pearls of our existence.
Latch on to the passing moments, Rope in the experiences. Yes,find them before they do and set the measures. Walk through fires and set some too Embrace the heat And you just might expand your horizon.
Dig up memories. The dirt doesn’t matter. That’s all it is and could ever hope to be. Explore your depths. Heal ,revel and you just might find, All the wonderful treasures you missed before.
Everyone has that niggling fear. Or maybe it’s not a fear, but a little thought nestling in the corner of your mind. Would life turn out as you envision? Would you be as rich as you hope? In a couple of years would it be regrets and ‘I-should-haves?’ I imagine it’s a common thought, because […]