I was a wanderer without a destination,
Feeling broken had become an addiction,
Loneliness had become an obsession,
From Love, I was always on the run.
They say there is silence before the storm,
Little did I know that my life was to transform,
Our eyes met and It felt like a mirror,
What is this illusion, it made me wonder.
I wonder
Why do I need another sunrise,
When You are my own beautiful dusk and dawn,
Why do I need words,
When silence is the most beautiful language We have known.
I wonder
How it feels to have a home built with love,
Dreams fill Our roof above,
The walls painted by Our imperfections,
Every nook and corner filled with Our aspirations.
All the desires in Your chest I want to own,
All the insecurities of mine, I have shown,
I close my eyes for I have known,
I have someone to call as my own.
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My Surprise
I was fourteen that summer, and it had been five years since I had last seen him. Meeting with him again had not been my idea, but my grandmother's. She had planned it as her little "surprise." But it hadn't seemed like such a good one at the time. In fact, the whole scenario had struck me with such discord, that even now, some fifty years later, I care very little for surprises. They are to me, just neatly wrapped packages of deceit bestowed upon the unwilling. They are the gift bearer's way of manipulating or controlling the receiver. In short, I do not trust surprises!
By Shirley Belk2 days ago in Psyche
Comments (3)
You have reminded me what it is like to fall in love, thank you.
“Feeling broken had become an addiction” This is all too familiar for me.
Beautiful words of poetry. Nothing like hopes and dreams fulfilled.