Reluctant was I to stand ground,
My own self in total disregard,
I may lift weights overhead,
Yet, mine holding me down,
And I may talk to others nonstop,
But will the ‘silence talk’ ever start?
And I may read others’ faces,
Whilst mine buried underground.
So here is to the era of recovery,
To the morning light of my moon,
To the midnight rise of my sun:
An early bird – for a lasting lullaby,
An invention – for an open mic,
A dew – for a refreshing smile,
A postcard – for a self-reflection,
So here is to how I stood my ground.
Cherish humanity’s harmony
to spread a peaceful embrace
before the world shows its
sadistic sorrowful failing face
as thorns of agony pierce it
endlessly towards numbness.
Tremble heart into sadness
but bounce back and rest on
hopeful clouds that will soon
(soon my friends, yes, soon)
drench the scarred crust of a
once upon an earthly face
with the healing waters of life.