Tag: Life

about today

Waking up to restlessness,
My mind in a state of mess,
A rumbling belly causing a bother,
It’s yet another day to weather.

I’d like to muster up my will,
Facing a battle that’s uphill,
Rummaging through my emotions,
Just going through the motions.

The grounds outside are calling,
Taunting a soul who’s unwilling
To slip out of the worn-out shoes,
And try to make an excuse.

Invited to have breakfast,
I let time pass so fast.
Though restraint was wearing thin,
I knew I would still win.

A wholesome bite, I thought,
The scale will not take note.
I’d been starving for a while;
It’s alright to see a smile.

But indulgence settled in,
The nice chair held me in,
Convincing me it was best
To surrender today to rest.

unspoken gratitude

Exhausted from a day’s work,
You held me when I awoke.
Struck with illness at year one,
You forced an unpracticed hand.
Reminiscing, I wept.
Did I ever care for you?

A few pennies and tired shoes,
You taught yourself to raise me.
Muting your own heavy dues,
Just to ensure I was happy.
Remembering, I regretted.
Have I given enough to you?

Broken at year twenty-six,
The day I boarded the ship.
To pave my own destiny,
Your sadness gave you away.
Reliving, I ached.
Have I ever considered you?

Frail, resigned and depleted,
Only the cold air survived.
Gazing at a house that’s empty,
You finally let go of me.
Reflecting, I grieved.
Did I ever say ‘thank you’?

Brought you home in a box
Laid you at a special spot
Dreaming if I thrum your song
That you might still sing-along
Surrendering, I sighed.
Did you know, I loved you?

notes from a quiet corner

When the familiar urge to close the door creeps in, withdrawal becomes my reflex—my sanctuary, where my absence leaves no ripple.

Buried beneath relentless deadlines and mounting uncertainties, I try to appear resilient. Channeling the recluse within often feels like my only way to survive. I yearn for a distant corner where I can just be with my thoughts.

Yet despite this need for isolation, I crave real connection—a way to share an unfiltered perspective of the world. It feels as though you can only choose one; playing a role is simply the price of acceptance.

So I press the keys, setting my fingers free. Once again, I start to breathe, click-clacking myself out of the congested air.

God may not have given me the voice to speak my deepest truths aloud, but He gave me the ability to transcribe them, and for that, I am grateful. Finding my way back to this safe space is a journey worth taking, and I am finally on my way home.