Art Of Poetry

Soil, nothing but a root knot

My soul a tree facing a growth threat

Suffocating roots peeking through the pot

Is it the essence making everything upset ?

Or is it the choice of being in this spot ?

I ask myself is it time to repot yet ?

Something stressful about that thought

Although here I struggle to remain heavyset

What if in leaving I bleed without a clot ?

What if repotting becomes a decision I regret?

Sticking to familiar environments I was taught

Never got taught when is it time to repot yet?

No rest

Some days getting up seems impossible

A heavy world resting upon my chest

Some days giving up seems too possible

I’m sure there lies a sparkle somewhere,

A star, that will help me reconcile

A voice, that will guide me elsewhere

To a world I will find worthwhile-

Between grey walls and a guiding aisle

Between a silent sigh and a prayer

Between a tightening breath and a smile

There lies a cure to pain I cannot bare

A pain, that’s been punching me for a while

Now my heart is bleeding with despair

As I sow useless stiches in an elegant style

I decide to smile for those who care

Although I am a shattered glassware,

With fragile shards refusing to compile

Although I have a melancholic stare,

With stitches in an obvious pile

I’m hopeful there lies a sparkle somewhere

A star that will help me reconcile

A voice that will guide me elsewhere

To a world I will find worthwhile

Here I am again back to zero

Once more my wound is undone

My tears carving words on my pillow

As I wonder where my smile has gone

This time my recovery was slow

I look around and there is no one

But dandelions waiting for me to blow

So I blow dandelions towards the sun

Comforting my throbbing sorrow

It is as if a hopeful day has begun

As I prayed for a peaceful tomorrow

Once my hopeful meditation is done

I grab the flower’s smile to borrow

I try to spin and dance and run

Thinking that I am my self’s hero

that this time I can finally move on

But here I am again back to zero

Once more my wound is undone

My tears carving words on my pillow

The moon is always welcome to stay,

Unless my body is too weak to rise.

Tonight, I felt the moon’s slow sway

As if intending to prolong my cries.

I begged for the sun to light my way,

As I chocked beneath darkening skies-

The skies that took my smiles away

Just to leave me with dimming eyes;

The skies that witnessed my decay,

Yet still deprived me from the sunrise.

I realized that some pains are meant to stay

And somedays the sun is not meant to rise.

I placed a bandage on my heart;

Hoping for my scar to slowly seal

The scar that tears my soul apart-

The soul that wears an armor of steel.

I heard something as my hopes depart

“Certain pains are not meant to heal”.

In denial, I promised myself to restart

And so I prayed for my bandage to peal,

Thinking that a scab would fall apart-

Thinking that peace is what I’d feel.

Unfortunately, what I heard is smart

“Certain pains are not meant to heal”

These words feel somewhat like a dart,

Shattering hopes I thought were real.

Yet I still place a bandage on my heart

But only hoping to protect how I feel.

You promised me a forever,

Something I have never felt

A surreal concept altogether

So I smiled with a heart so content

My eyes grew as wide as ever

My heartbeats were more frequent

As I imagined a lifetime together.

So with a deep inhale of your scent,

I exhaled all fears and pressure,

I exhaled traumas of years spent

I inhaled solely your forever.

Everyone rejected pain,

But those who are internally lonely.

Since emotions kept them sane;

Since pain made them feel cozy;

Since blood made them alive again

Even though they’re dying, slowly.

They watched the blood drain,

But to them they’re living, slowly.

They smelt the drying bloodstain,

It’s the scent they found holy.

A soft breeze silencing my pain

Something soothing my scar

It’s sadness washing off with rain

It’s as if peace is penetrating war

A sudden strain to every complain

I see my worries running far

I see a magical dream to attain

I see one shining hopeful star

Telling me pain won’t come again

These tears fade like tidal waves

For the first time my heart is torn

& it can't be mended back together

A new intensity of sorrow is born

The old me is saddened by its death

At my own self I scold and scorn

Even when I've taught myself many lessons untold

Im not tired of the black I’ve worn

I stand in solidarity within the darkness

Although to remove it I have sworn

To an oath that's outdated

But its as if a new me was rebirthed

As the old Phoenix does, I rose!

I want to walk out of my shadow,

It’s darkness burdens my soul

Or at least let me paint it rainbow

So that it’s not a stack of coal

Its a bed of flowers in a meadow,

Not a corps in a shallow hole

It’s the rise of sunlight’s glow,