Said Unsaid

There’s a place where you lock away

All the things you leave unsaid

And if you ever fall weak

I’d like to somehow find the key

And then maybe

Finally

You’ll tell me

All the things you’ve left unsaid

And all the pain that you carry

All that grief that’s clawing at you

And all the venom that you’ll never spew

And then, we’ll replace them with memories

Of all the moments you’ve lived anew

And let happiness come through

The Invisible Hand

So happy in so little

So sad with so much

The gap between the haves and have nots

Is more often than not bridged

With what we call a smile

It’s a curve

And, at times, a curveball

It’s either served

On a platter

Or at a buffet, free for all

It carries with it the ghosts of unshed tears

Of trials, tribulations and all our fears

And silent screams of anguish

And efforts rendered futile

But they are what fuel and drive it

Through that very last mile

An ode to writing

Writing takes my pain and turns it into something beautiful. It draws from my sorrow and colours it with a rainbow. It sets me free and lights me up. It’s a hug from my mother and from my dad a chin up.

I hope I can do for you what writing does for me. I hope you can read this once and learn to simply be.

As the sun sets

And until the sun is set

I think it’s okay to wait and see what the day will beget

Until the sun is set

It’s okay to hold off on being upset

Until the sun is set

Focus on doing what you know best

Until the sun is set

Keep putting your mind to rest

Don’t give up

Don’t give in

Don’t let go

Don’t let be

No, not until the sun is set

The Sea Shatters

The sea shatters

With every storm

Till the gentle moonlight

Creates calm ripples to mend it whole again

The sea shatters

With every ship setting sail

Till a high tide washes away

The last of its trail

The sea shatters

With ever tear that rolls down to it

Till the music of a singing heart

Holds it together again

The sea shatters

Over and over again

Yet it always waves a warm welcome to me

Unmoored

I’m sinking tonight inside the whirlpool of my mind

Drowning yet uncharacteristically calm

Gasping for air but too tranquil to lift my arms

Fighting for life without putting up a single struggle

Tonight I’m sinking inside a whirlpool of my mind

I’ll see you when I wake up