Our Love, Our Dreams

Good Morning My Darlings,

When I was in school I really enjoyed poetry and analyzing language, so today I thought to post a poem as a reminder of my own passions and interests.  

During very hard times, we tend to lose ourselves and with that we forget our dreams, our passions and hobbies. I wanted to begin my journey of healing by going back to what I have always loved to do and I hope that you too can do something today that will light up your heart and make you happy. 

This is a poem called 'Our Love'

I cannot fathom the irony or perhaps the destiny

of how we happily

entered the jealousy both mentally and physically.

He dragged me and I dragged him with me too;

two bodies entwined with each other, now

colliding like particles of sand in war.

The intense love turned to hate and lovers turned to war enemies.

Our love was bipolar, it had cancer, it was green and sick and spread like a virus.

Our love was deceitful, running like a roller coaster-up and down and up and down again ,over and over again- everyday .

Our love had only dirty hands and venom voice, no words of faith, peace or kindness.

Our love was a ripper, a race of who would finish who first.

And the prize?

The purple outlines on my arms or the warmth on my cheeks, or maybe it were the crystal drops from your eyes...

I must say they gave me satisfaction,

now you feel what I feel,

let your world crumble now,

let it shutter into pieces and

cry blood from your heart as it bleeds our love.

I said “Father, my Lord” but I hear no answer

Like I’m stuck in a vacuum and you in the back room

I said “Help” and he kept silent.

xoxo