SACRIFICE

disguise your torment

for someone else’s joy…

rein in your tears

for someone else’s smile…

 

 

you feign bravery

to allay another’s fear…

you laugh out loud

to shield a muffled cry…

 

 

abandon your beliefs

for someone’s wish to flourish…

cease to exist

for the other to thrive…

 

 

you despair to scream

out loud!

silence is a must

your voice fading in a cloud…

 

 

fold your wings

for someone  to fly, high…

step aside,  out of the way

let the other walk out proud…

 

 

you’d stop breathing

for a new life to begin…

when you love

you sacrifice…

Two Sides

 

do not believe what you hear

you are oblivious

to how things are

one side, that’s all you’ve got.

 

yet you say those words

you deem right and kind

you mean well, of course

but senseless to a betrayed.

 

aim to understand

before you make a stand

what you do now

is intrusion, no doubt

 

Back off,

demand for truth

listen, speak-up

exactly with facts.

Seating Arrangements

It matters (a lot) to some people where they sit and with whom when attending any gathering.  Have you ever thought of declining an invitation to a party because you were dreading the seating arrangement?

How about the person who is assigned to allocate seats?  It must be daunting because the person in charge of this task gets the most flak if perceived to be wrong. (my sympathies😊)

Notwithstanding all its positive intentions, seating arrangements can be alienating for some. If you’re seated with people you barely know, you’ll have to worry about what to talk about and it might turn awkward if one is unable to maintain a free-flowing conversation.

When a group of  friends is made to seat together and you’re not with yours,  the thought of being treated unfairly kicks in.

Seating arrangements can also be deemed by others as degrading. When colleagues are seated with VIP’s and at the front, you, who are seated with strangers at the back or in one corner, would perceive it as being undervalued. Would you attend similar events again?

For those who are not bothered about seating arrangements, they’d appreciate the  idea that they ought to get know more about other people. They can worry about who they are going to sit next to but at the same time, they get excited in anticipation.  They are aware that they have to adapt and just look forward to that part of the party when the music starts and everyone abandons their seats with pleasure to freely mingle with anyone. That part of the party where the goers just let their hair down.

Well, sod the seating. Just be yourself and have fun,

When Lightning Strikes Twice

Affirmative. It did. I have barely got back on my feet and started believing that things were getting better, when, like the first time, lightning struck without warning. Another shocking truth revealed. This couldn’t be happening!

This time, it was more forceful, more poignant and more painful. It totally knocked me off balance.

I thought of all the others who got hit the first time and have been trying their best to move on. They have worked really hard hoping for that light at the end of the tunnel. But, has the strike of a second lightning, a more disheartening truth, rendered those efforts useless? And I can’t help but ask: Was I taken for a fool that I didn’t deserve to know the absolute truth the first time?

I am not angry. I don’t think I will ever be. However, I am deeply hurt to the core of my being. I may have every right to be. Well, give me that, at least.

What now?

My heart bleeds. I’m finding it difficult to breathe. Nevertheless, I have accepted the blow and have resolved to bravely live with it. Now and then, I force myself to stop those tears from flowing because crying neither stops nor changes the harsh reality of it all.

You see, discovering a lie for the first time, becomes an impetus for a massive shake-up of your personal beliefs.

Being struck with another lie the second time around, your world crumbles and then buries you with it. It numbs and sucks the life out you. It can kill.

What keeps me going? Unconditional love.
It stops me from blaming anyone including myself. Stop the blame. Live the game called life.

It makes me sane and be understanding of why lightning hasn’t struck once but twice.

It keeps the suffering under control.

Whatever happens next, unconditional love is a weapon that I am unable to surrender to the enemy. I will fight with it, not just today or tomorrow but definitely for eternity.

‘Of The Sea’

There were four

That became two

‘Of the sea’

Just  you and me.

When the world shook

An arm kept me safe

‘Of the sea’

Did it for me.

 

Kept apart by miles and years

The flow of blood, fervent

That bridge between prevails

Unbroken, forever unburnt.

My love, respect and awe

Never lost, be in the know

I miss the big bro

Of the sea, so I speak.