Sunday, 12 August 2018

Isolation



Distanced from desire

Your touch unknown

Your company unfamiliar

Carrying no memento of shared promises

No marking of making you mine

Missed memories of togetherness

Nothing to nostalgically cherish

The pillow on the left always cold

No connection to your breath

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Tuesday, 19 June 2018

Ramadhan Reflections


Let go of the past and look towards the future. 

You know that in the process of letting go of the past, the past will come knocking back.
That's okay. I'll acknowledge you and set you on your way.

Walk within your empowered self, the self who holds your true potential not your fear driven, critical, self-doubting self.

Listen to your inner wisdom. All experience has the potential to offer growth.

Treasure every breath. Every breath is a blessing.

Value the richness in life. Even the everyday monotony is beautiful. 

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Friday, 29 December 2017

Disconnected



You were the first ones to come into my life

All you ever gave me was mixed messages

I accept you

You are deserving of love

You are deserving of care

You are good enough

Or

You are lacking, deficient

There's something wrong with you

You are totally worthless

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Friday, 27 October 2017

Authenticity



You tore me down,

Put me on permanent alert,

What I should look like,

Who I should be,

How I should live,

I craved to hear my own voice,
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Sunday, 17 September 2017

Mirror


She hadn’t really looked at herself in the mirror for a long time. She knew what she looked like. Every attribute, flaw was seared in her mind. Yet, she never just looked at herself in the mirror. Because, inside she knew she didn’t want to. She was scared of a truthful reflection. Yet, something strange happened, captured by a fleeting moment of curiosity, she took the plunge. Paused in an entire stillness, she really took a good hard look at herself. That bright, youthful glow in her face had dimmed. Upset by this, she held her face with a slight firmness-in wonderment of what she had done to herself. Closing her eyes to take a moment, she posed some questions: could I look at myself any longer? Would it hurt? Could I handle this?
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