Each moment
life is born again
in laughter and in pain
The drops all different
as they dwell
A kaleidoscope of memories
in my well
Random colours stand out
in the crazy mix
of everything
that goes into this
deep well
that's life in the making
Some long forgotten sighs
that the heart still holds
in its folds
live along with the smiles
Bits of cherished moments
That my arms hold close
Fragments of dreams
that once danced across
shuttered eyelids
Trying to grow again
in the fertile soil
fed on bloody thorn pricks
Sometimes,
I peer into the dark
looking for etchings
of age old battles
on my heart.
Maybe, they hold the key
to what I wasn't,
but what I'm yet to be!
Wishing for a sign
from destiny
A painted rainbow
to mark out
the warrior's acquired territory
Here
I wallow sometimes
in the chaos of pain
Looking at myself
rain on the sun
But all I see is
golden sunshine
glistening on my rain
Who is the one
with the upper hand?
Who will reign on the land
where I stand?
I look
at what has passed
and try to see
what will be
There's never an answer;
only the swirling mist
that hide
the churning sea.
But it gently parts
and through
the ever widening tear
I spy
my resilient spirit
climbing up
on a ladder
of hope and fears
Through the grey clouds
to feel
the warmth again
Of the heavens
shining fiercely
above the rain.
MS
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