Poem: THE PHOENIX

On days we feel like scorched earth, Like corroded rust or trampled dirt, All we have to do is turn our faces, Toward the gentle breeze, And be sprinkled into the four directions, Be swept away by the wind’s tender breath. We are made holy Through this burning, Like a phoenix rising from it ashes To become more powerful Than it ever thought possible. The scorching ...

Poem: Note to Self

Sometimes you mustn't forget who you are. The self within you. The truest of you. Not your mother-self. The harried, headless chicken, Who multitasks and sometimes crumbles under the pies she bakes, Or the many crosses checked on her multicoloured organiser, Organising selves of others except hers, Hiding in the bathroom, Sighing in relief, Brimming with love. Not the wife-self who is too knackered sometimes To ...

Poem: You are your Masterpiece

And so, this is the sum of our lives Stained from rust of pain, hate and loss Not exempted from sin or the cross We floss away the plaque From our arteries, teeth, and bones Only to find them defiling Our hearts, souls and minds. We leave pieces of ourselves Scattered at every milestone In our life's trying journey Sometimes losing ourselves in a blurry. Nothing ...

Poem: Blind Date, Take Two

JANE'S STORY Sheepishly saying no, Silently saying yes. Maybe I should go, He might pass the test. His name was Joe, Showed up in his Sunday best. A striking polka dot bow, Combined with a yellow vest. Superficial? Me? No! Neither am I blind. Yes? Fine, I'll let the outfit go, But dude keeps staring at my breasts! Sheepishly saying ...

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