Panic struck as I felt a slip back into old habits
Why is this path so easy to follow?
Don’t follow me
For I would only lead us into disarray
I can’t help but be his damsel in distress
Continue reading “Grey” by Alnaika
They ask, “How do you feel?”
You struggle for a word, locked behind doors, behind walls, behind ego
One syllable words flow with passive aggression and you’ve learned that “okay” is your favorite answer
You say that they do not need to know
But emotion is asking for the permission to be voiced
Permission to rebound from closed off vocal chords but you have not given the say so
You are shut off, numbed off from the reality that you have not told the truth for a long time
You have gone through the motions and now you are stagnant waters
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Can you feel it in the air?
That cold chill
Ripples up your spine
There’s a restless whisper
And it’s gaining momentum
Every time shots ring out
Every time mouths go hungry
Every time a child hurts
It gets louder and louder
Deafening like a hurricane
It can’t be silenced
It won’t be silenced
And it screams
“WE NEED CHANGE! WE NEED PEACE!”
I wonder what you would see
If you look me in the eyes…
Would you see how hallow I feel?
Empty, yearning for a fill
Would you see how cracked
with bruises and scars
Trying to reach for the sky,
But unable to grasp the nearest branch,
Can you tell how scared I am,
to be numb?
Unable to connect the blinking dots even to myself.
I wonder what you would see…
If you look me in the eyes,
And stare into this petrifying soul,
Waiting to succumb to the binding light.
© Soshinie Singh
Author of The Phoenix Letters and The Mist Calling
Jealousy runs through my veins.
My mind turns against me with thoughts I can’t contain.
There’s no positive side to feeling this way.
It’s hard to hold back the snap,
things I never meant to say.
No, I know they’re not true.
It’s just that jealousy clouds me and I feel confused.
I am aware it’s not the best part of me
and it comes from all my hidden insecurities.
And the thought that maybe I am not enough…
Jealousy haunts me like a ghost.
But I am conscious of its presence
and I pray to God I will detain it.
Before, blind, I wreck havoc.
And hurt all the people I love.
© Máh Lima