Ruefully

Ruefully

She sits alone by the window,

Her skin wrinkled and aged,

A cup of cold tea in her hand,

Forever trapped in her self-made cage.

Looking out at the sugared world behind her,

She feels a deep sense of regret

Of all those times she could have enjoyed herself

Rather than doing maths and the alphabet.

She had always enjoyed being the genius,

The good girl, the bookworm,

But now that she’s old and wasted,

She wonders if her studies ought to have been so firm.

For despite all her scholarships and rewards,

There is one that matters more,

One that she was never able to reach,

The joy of being a child outdoors.

In the Dark

IN THE DARK

My hands out in front of me,

Groping into a black void,

For some form of familiarity,

In the midst of what is already destroyed,

The cool breeze in my hair,

Feels like a raging gale,

And with every step I take,

I am unable to exhale,

Plunging deeper into the dark,

Trying to find the light,

But only finding darkness,

Darker than the night,

Fighting back fear for the unknown,

Trying to stay strong,

But the black is seeping through my crevices,

Filling me with wrong,

All the while insecurities,

Lingering in my heart,

Spread to my body like cancer,

Threatening to tear me apart.

The Ocean

The ocean has many characters

For one is not enough

To describe the timeless sea

That’s calming and that’s rough.

It can be an unfortunate sailor’s plight,

In the darkness of the storm,

It can be a wild and untamed beast

More powerful than any life form.

But it is also the calm and soothing friend

To get you through life’s hurdles,

And will always be by your side,

A friendship that’s eternal.

It’s the last sound

That you hear when you sleep,

It’s the only thing

That goes in time with your heartbeat.

Its storms reflect our troubles,

Its gentle waves reflect peace,

So let us have a gentle sea,

And let the troubles cease.

Mumma's Poem

Whenever you need a break from life

From school or work or friends,

There’s a figure that everyone thinks of at first,

To get away from life’s confusing bends.

The person who will always love you,

Never stopping and never will,

The person who remembers all your favorite things,

Or feeds you soup when you are ill.

The characters in movies,

Shout MOMMY! when they are scared,

They do this because they know,

That their mother will always be there.

I don’t want to sound cliche,

Or repeat others before me,

So I’ll try to speak from my heart,

As my mother has always taught me to be.

It’s true, I get mad sometimes

At the things my mother says

And sometimes I want to lock myself in my room

So I won’t have to see her again.

But when I do this, I do it

As a way of fleeing from the facts

Because I become blind

To what my mother has taught me in the past.

Pushing problems farther

Only make them tougher to conquer,

And only when you face them,

Is when you start to ponder,

The reality of your problems,

And why you are scared of them,

And one by one, you find you can

Finally uproot them by the stem.

But this is all done with someone you know you can trust,

The one who shares her every with you,

Who aspires for you to have the best life you possibly can,

Who else would it be? Your mother, who will love you through and through.