#RayaBlabbers #365DaysofPoetry
247
If you look closely,
You'll see them there
Emerging between
Walls and shadows
The nameless of society
Its burden and its enemy
Struggling to survive
Thriving in the cracks
Here today
Gone tomorrow.
248
That in reaching for elusive dreams
I do not lose all I already have.
249
Some memories are best captured with the heart.
250
But what is triumph other than overcoming that which is perceived to be insurmountable.
251
Yes. Yes! And, again, yes!
252
To find that person to go on long walks with, without the need for conversation;
with whom silence feels the way your tattered jammies feel like home.
253
Jetlag
When today feels like yesterday
And time runs backwards;
You see everything in a haze
And thoughts won't move forward;
When you want to wake, but can't;
And your brain refuses to sleep, when it should.
Jetlag.
254
Burning the night oil
Till the body and brain wither;
Racing against deadlines
And ideas that dart about like the golden snitch;
And what for? To what end?
When tomorrow comes in a few minutes,
I shall be dead to the world
Or lumbering like a mindless zombie.
255
Rise
above troubled waters.
Rise
to reveal the beauty of hidden strength.
256
The heart knows its truth
And the truth knows the heart.
Truth will be revealed
No matter how hidden or disguised.
It will come to light
as inevitably as
A flower blooms against all odds
in its due time.
Art by RC Caringal |
If you look closely,
You'll see them there
Emerging between
Walls and shadows
The nameless of society
Its burden and its enemy
Struggling to survive
Thriving in the cracks
Here today
Gone tomorrow.
Art by Mark Justiniani |
248
That in reaching for elusive dreams
I do not lose all I already have.
249
Some memories are best captured with the heart.
250
But what is triumph other than overcoming that which is perceived to be insurmountable.
251
Yes. Yes! And, again, yes!
252
To find that person to go on long walks with, without the need for conversation;
with whom silence feels the way your tattered jammies feel like home.
Art by Inadoodles |
Jetlag
When today feels like yesterday
And time runs backwards;
You see everything in a haze
And thoughts won't move forward;
When you want to wake, but can't;
And your brain refuses to sleep, when it should.
Jetlag.
Art by Chelseatheodossis |
Burning the night oil
Till the body and brain wither;
Racing against deadlines
And ideas that dart about like the golden snitch;
And what for? To what end?
When tomorrow comes in a few minutes,
I shall be dead to the world
Or lumbering like a mindless zombie.
255
Rise
above troubled waters.
Rise
to reveal the beauty of hidden strength.
256
The heart knows its truth
And the truth knows the heart.
Truth will be revealed
No matter how hidden or disguised.
It will come to light
as inevitably as
A flower blooms against all odds
in its due time.
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