Healing?
In time, the allure will fade.
Then we will glamorize the past.
Tell ourselves how it wasn't meant to last.
Explain to others the folly of our connection,
Hoping for a sympathetic expression.
Yet
Deep in our core we will always know,
That their could have been something much more.
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Journey
Confusion is my disease and the sickness always brings me to my knees.
I always profess I have nothing left, yet I continue to create ways to take on a new day.
Sometimes I fear my life is not linear.
That I cognitively jump from place to place, already knowing what the world has served my plate.
Living in the past already knowing my future.
It feels as though I see so much that I am blind, that a collate of images live in my mind.
So everyday
Like an Artist
I Paint
In Pursuit of creating a masterpiece called
My Fate.
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This last one is dear to me, because I wrote it in the first few weeks that I had moved to Vancouver.
Green Cabinet
There is this cabinet in my room, it is emerald green with three sunflowers on it. The Cabinet has three drawers, one large one right in the centre, and two small drawers below it that are side by side. They also have sunflowers right in the centre of each drawer. This cabinet doesn't fit. It doesn't fit the style of room I am in at all. It looks like something an adolescent girl should have, still there is something about it.
I don't know why, but it seems magical to me, like the door in the centre will open up and lead me to a different world. There is something special about it, something different.
I think this small emerald green cabinet with three sunflowers on it reminds me that, even though some things don't fit, it doesn't mean they don't belong.
M Sharma
