All I have left in me
is apologies.
I’m sorry I wasn’t enough
I’m sorry I was too much
I’m sorry I feel a lot
I’m sorry I don’t say a lot
I’m sorry I think too much
I’m sorry I lose focus
I’m sorry I want you here
I’m sorry I want you to care
I’m sorry for being this person
I am a full vessel
full of apologies.
Pain is a stigma.
No one shows off their pain for fun.
No one proclaims their pain in open spaces like “yes I endure pain , I’m not ashamed.”
Pain keeps us hostage.
our freedom ,
it seems far – fetched
because our pain forces us to be slaves to
our strained minds
our broken hearts
our weary souls
and lastly , our tired bodies.
Pain takes over our lives and
it’s difficult but it can’t win.
Mine is a trigger to the
affable souls.
Mine honours all the others it
comes across.
Mine glances at the alluring creations of
mother nature.
Mine moves as a paradigm of constant
alluring peace.
My mother , I’m speaking mother nature – is accepting of my aura. She believed my aura is capable of the complexity she holds
comfort 