Here we are,Two hearts,Yearning for each other,Craving for each other’s warmth,Dying to love each other,But, neither is willing to say it,Ego is one hell of a drug.
Category: Poems
Poetry | Poems | Spoken Words
Happy Mother’s Day
You were the first place I ever livedYou walked before me when I was a childBehind me when I was a teenagerNow you’re more than a motherA friend walking by my sideAnd enjoying this life togetherI’m sorry for the days I let you downThank you for the woman that I amI would never want anything… Continue reading Happy Mother’s Day
Masked
We walk with shoulders raised to our ears,counting strides as if pride alone could carry us.Our waists swing side to side,our faces carved into smiles,the perfect image the world demands. But beneath those smiles,we hide skeletons of shame and pain,stories too heavy to tell. Sometimes I laugh when I think about my life,Other days I… Continue reading Masked
Let Me Be the Girl You Bed Tonight
I’ve long believed that my name would sit comfortablyin sentences that began with 'my wife'. I taught myself patience.Practiced how to be soft,even though I’ve never been good at it. My flaws,I learnt to edit them slowly.To work on them,like somehow I thought these were the missing pieces. I showed up, whole.In my nakedness. Then… Continue reading Let Me Be the Girl You Bed Tonight
Becoming
When you see her, tell her her daughter is tired but standing.Tell her the nights are long,and sometimes morning arrives without answers,but her child still wakes up hopeful. Tell her she is gratefulfor the hands that have held her through this season.She feels them every day,even when guilt dances on her faceand she doesn’t know… Continue reading Becoming
Still
The walls refuse to utter a word.No space to argue.Nothing to interrupt my thoughts.Just the clock moving slowly,and the light staying loyal. The couch remembers my weight.Nothing here asks me to speak.I sit bothered by the words left hanging,their silence heavier than sound. I fold anger into my handsand sit on it so it doesn’t… Continue reading Still
Closure – The Poem
Finally, my heart exhaled.A long breath she had been holding since love first taught her how to wait.Last night she sat with memories,looked them straight in the eye without fear,and asked them to speak.For a long time, I kept my heart on a shelf,tucked away with questions that refused to sleep.She wondered if love was… Continue reading Closure – The Poem
The Load
This load.Sometimes it takes up all the space in the room.It sits next to you, follows you around,refusing to be left behinduntil you start believing you're the only onebarely holding it together.This load,It breaks you until pain feels important.It walks around the room like it owns the place.For a moment,You don’t think about the woman… Continue reading The Load
Pieces of You
Some things you can’t burynot even in the pits of helland pretend they aren’t there. Like that piece of youyou want to rip offlike Dr. Jekyll trying to kill Hyde,put it aside,and act like it was never part of you. Because truth be told,it still lives somewhere.It’s just dormant.Quiet even. And with the slightest trigger,it… Continue reading Pieces of You
Borrowed Wood
Some questions sound harmlessbecause they arrive dressed in curiosity,wearing a smile.Like asking what we bring to the table,as if we are plates,as if our worth only arrivescarrying a lid.The loud voices.The heavy expectations.I want a woman who cooks,who listens,who heals,who bends,who opens her bodylike a door that never creaks.They want a mother,a love,a counselor,a wife,and… Continue reading Borrowed Wood
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