My vigour and buoyancy all seem to ebb away.
And the desire to feel alive goes astray
I feel no sound , I feel no sensation.
Why can’t I resist life’s persuasion?
A savage struggle for bare existence,
These bags of belongings are only resistance.
Who owns the sunshine, who owns the red wine?
My acquaintance with fear has kept me confined.
I can’t see the light, I don’t have the might.
Tell everyone, I do not want to fight.

Omit my footprints and pathways walked.
Stop predatory pains, don’t stalk.
I invoke you to help me write a song
That lulls me to sleep and eternal peace.

©®jey-blah-blah

She always believed that I could overcome any of her challenges.
The responsibility of rearing up four children.
She always had a fear of what if she couldn’t manage.
What if her children could not become as she thought of.
But she had faith that as long as I am there, the kids would be okay.
They would be fine.
They would follow my lead and learn to rise from each fall.
It has been barely a month.
And it seems I have failed.
Failed to manage the kids.
Failed to take care of them.
Failed to lead them to the right path.
Failed to inspire them to be strong.
Failed to kindle the fire.
The fire to chase her dreams.
Dreams that she saw in her lifetime.

It feels horrible. Very horrible.

©® jey-blah-blah

If I should see a gesture of new hope
In my waiting of the darkness of the night
To mellow down into the light
Light of new beginnings
Light of new knowledge
Light of new findings
Light of all that inspires and tranforms
Light of empathy that discards
The primordial practice of othering

For to find the sun of the new day of the new year
I groped, stumbled, continued groping
Yonder, my efforts elicited a road.
A road that leads to love, to champion love
Love for all the good that God created
A love that is inclusive
A love that is unconditional
A love that unites and strengthens
A love to dream
A love to chase one’s dreams

The predecessor to this new year yet again reminded
That all we see , touch, smell, hear, or whatever
They decay and die when their scythe of time comes
And did you not notice the resilience of the people?
Their courage of not surrendering
On the face of all wreaked havoc
A courage to rise and hope for a better tomorrow.
And shall we not see that better tomorrow is this day.
It’s today. It’s now.

©® jey-blah-blah