Poetry: Watering Flowers

If I’m watering flowers

I ignore your place

I hesitate and deny my hearing

I cannot face my worst fear.

 ~~~

When our stares meet

our flawed desires vanish

our souls are in peril

I loathe the emotions

do not smear your darkness.

~~~

The birds sing misery

I feel the strong currents

the petals drop on my feet

I do not look back.

~~~

Stop looking, they sing

it will not return

my sentiments are drained

why is it lost?

~~~

Wailing lament

floating with grief

waiting to sink

waiting to crash

waiting to be whole again.

 

 

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Masks

We all the ability to hide secrets and express both, physically and emotionally, who we really are. We have 2 masks; one that covers our soul, and the other that covers our physique. Our comfort with locking our feelings and ambitions are reflected on these masks. We’re in control of what we perceive as assumptions of what others may want to find out about us. This prevents us from sharing what they want to know; just us, and the fact we don’t live where the grass the greener.

There are times when we are comfortable sharing what’s behind our masks, but once we find the right person to share it with, it becomes easier to unveil our true self. One must remember, those who who came into your life to bring out the best in you, have already unveiled your mystery, not because they secretly dug out your locked memories, but because you (unaware of it) opened up to them. They stay by your side, because they accept who you are, and because they also wear these masks. Wearing these masks shouldn’t be visible to anyone but you, but what needs to be visible are your experiences behind them. It is easy to filter our approaches and thoughts, but it takes a master to represent ourselves naturally.

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