I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.
Today 5 June i turned 42 and though my family forgot GOD remembered. Im thankful for a loving God, for Jesus, and for my family and friends you all im thankful for all of you. May you also recieve the same ultimate gift that i have Jesus Christ in my heart and life. Love you all brothers and sisters.
I see her smiling through the mirror, Inhaling the air of customized lies, Infecting her brain With virus of pain, Resulting in her eccedentesiast personality And a suffocated vein.
She closely examines the face of facade she wears, Behind her ex-sharp features now turned dark silhouettes That include an ecchymotic choker Made out from the weight of her wedding necklace, Whose first glimpse catch her eye, The retina submerged in cobweb of questions that the crimson water holds, Where her blonde hair fall, Whose highlighted curls give the society a chance to slut shame her whole body, Because she carries a colour of patriarchy In the centre partition Of her innocent head.
All of this snatches her radiance And gifts her a pallid skin, With a jiggling and underconfident body.
After noticing herself, She wishes the 'Chlorhexidine' Mouthwash lying on the shelf in front of the mirror To awake her taciturn tongue And strengthen her To raise her voice against violence Not just physical But also mental.
The soliloquy of her swirling thoughts break, When she noticies the growing pansies on her dull ochre T-shirt, Reminding her to bloom, By filling the chasm of gloom, For a fairytale doesn't necessarily need a Prince turned groom, but a Princess of independent kingdom, Who adores her Freckles and scars, Like she adores the scintillating imperfect moon.