Beleagured

I cannot tell youI’m afraidI dare not tell myselfI’m lonelyat the core…. A surge of passionswelling, swallowingleftover sanitythreatens to engulfmy voice I cannot tell youI’m not dumbI dare not tell myselfI lost my voicecrying hoarse…. I refuse to flowwith mainstream currentsBecome an obstaclefor influencers,powers supreme I cannot tell youI disagreeI dare not tell myselfI’m beleagueredwith … Continue reading Beleagured

Secrets I kept from myself

I stand face-to-face with secrets I kept from myself discover gems of unforeseen courage how could I’ve been so blind and insensitive to not know that I can stand alone survive alone a phoenix emerges from dark depths of secrets I kept from myself https://dversepoets.com/2020/01/21/poetics-shhhh-do-you-want-to-know-a-secret/

Impenetrable

I will protect you to the end of the world, for in your safety lies my security and in my silence lies your prosperity. we are unusual we are incorrigible partners-in-crime we write stories erasable replaceable where characters change but the core remains evil indelible Power impenetrable https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/01/16/tale-weaver-258-partners-16th-january/

The Beauty Myth

Book: The Beauty Myth Author: Naomi Wolf Last line The next phase of our movement forward, as individual women, as women together, as tenants of our bodies and this planet, depends now on what we decide to see when we look in the mirror. What will we see? Poem we will see everything we’ve been … Continue reading The Beauty Myth

Emojis

I’m afraid of laughter it purges me of so much sarcasm, relief camaraderie emotional inlays   I know not how to process remnants of heaviness to pull a little companionship my way   tears repel you authenticity scares I’m too sharp and raw the same you last saw I found nothing worthwhile to sway   … Continue reading Emojis

Turbulence

Waves roar on the seashore drowning the noise inside me, filtering core essence of thoughts, letting me know futility of indulgence in contemplation of transient influences, but compel me to think about life at the bottom of oceans, and its impact on turbulent waves https://dversepoets.com/2020/01/13/quadrille-94-roaring-in-the-new/

Which one is Me?

I look back in horror to see a girl who tried to please others -staring back at me   zoned out -a stranger to self fumbling, floundering to find elusive spaces of honest expression Could that ever be me?   failed attempts unmet expectations eliminated unwanted crystallised the self Yet, I wonder sometimes Is this … Continue reading Which one is Me?

Unknown, Unseen

A garden unknown, unseen that lives in my dreams    where hope grows against the light against the sun and wind fuelled by a seed unknown, unseen   where the nectar is not devoured by the bees but grows to sweetness unknown, unseen   where gardeners arrive with sharp tools, then smile they know the … Continue reading Unknown, Unseen