Tears Aren't Taboo

When was the last time you cried your heart out

and did not apologise?

When life got all messy

with your nose running streams as much as your eyes?

And your face looked like a thunderstorm waiting to happen?

You did not wait for the rain to disguise those tears.

You did not rush to the bathroom so you wouldn't be heard.
When was the last time?

Have you been stopping yourself from crying 

because they say 'girls cry all the time'?

Or you did not let that tear drop

because 'boys do not cry'?

You did not fully cry out your heart-break

when your heart was shredded,

your trust betrayed,

your dreams stamped on,

your expectations crushed.

You did not let your weary soul wail
and let out the pain it's been barricading.

You've been holding it all in for so long,

the wounds remain sore.

You've 'toughened' up

so much 

that you've turned your heart to stone.

You've stopped yourself from feeling,

letting the dams break

to release the reservoir within,

Because, they say, tears are for the 'weak'.

When was the last time you cried your heart out

and did not apologise for being the mess you aren't allowed to be?

When was the last time you cried your heart out 

and just cried?

The Deafening​ Silence

As she sat at her laptop, she paused for a while.

She was talking a whole lot without even opening her mouth.
Her fingers now moved faster across the keys,
Some might call it a skill
But she called it a handicap.
Her ability with words was slowly turning her speechless/
She wrote now, for others;
She spoke, for others'
She spoke, when her fingers flew across the keys.

Her space, as she called it, was right there.
It was when technology sat by her bedside when no one else did..
She did reach out to many, but that was in her 'virtual' space
In the physical... It was her and the damned device.

As her thoughts grew louder and louder
Her voice grew softer and softer.
She had so much to say
But no one to listen.
If someone were here would they want to listen?
She wasn't sure anymore if she could speak as easily and freely as her thoughts flowed.
No 'backspace', no 'delete' buttons, that she had grown so accustomed to.
As time passed she resigned to it,
She knew she would have to accept it,
She would gradually come to terms with the deafening silence!

The Littlest Lights

It's always the littlest lights

The ones that flicker

The ones that waver

At the slightest attempt to put them out.

It's always the littlest ones.

Give them space to breathe

And a chance to grow
They'll steadily learn to shine
Even when the tough winds blow

And you'll see their light dance in your eyes.

It's always the littlest lights.

Some wrongs are forever

As she sat with her 4 year old

Teaching him how to read and write;

She decided to take the lesson further

And also teach him wrong from right.

“Freedom comes with boundaries”, she told him,

“Each person has their own space.

“Your freedom doesn’t allow you to invade their boundaries.

Promise me you’ll never bring me disgrace!”

Trying to figure out what his mother meant

He listened to her attentively, unfazed

“Every time you choose to act,” she told him, “Remember,

“There are some actions that can never be erased!”

My angel in disguise

The universe heard a prayer

Sent up to the sun and skies,

“We need help here on Earth

Could you send down an angel in disguise?”

So the Earth was blessed with…

Well, she just looked human.

She was just like the rest of us.

What was God proovin’?

Then we began to see the wonders

This human could do.

Her wide eyes and infectious laugh

Affected others too.

Her magic slowly began to appear

When she sought to help others in need.

She didn't know that was to be her calling

Her vocation, her good deed.

It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows;

There've been plenty of falls.

She picked herself up, brushed herself off

And trudged onward through it all.

Battered and worn

Like a well-weathered stone,

She emerges like a diamond.

Through​ the process, she has grown.

Her brilliance lights other's lives

Guiding them to the right path.

Her heart is the fireplace we need

To bring warmth to our home and hearth.

Some angels forget they are angels

In their struggles on this Earth.

But we should always send up a prayer of thanks

For the day they were given birth!

Should we tell you what we want?

Should we tell you what we want?

What we really, really want?

A helping hand when we require. Yes, even in the household chores

Why we were assigned them at birth, nobody really knows.

Y'all seem the best hosts when you go out of your way to serve guests

But it's in the daily deeds and the people who know you that you need to impress.

We don't deserve condescension. Don't command, demand, expect or order

Talk with us, not at us. Would a simple request be too much of a bother?

Spend time with the children. You know, they're yours too.

To know and to cherish and not just to brag about others to.

We're not just better or worse halves. We do make a whole on our own.

When given the opportunity, more than the brightest stars we've shone!

Flowers and gifts are beautiful. But those won't change our lives

What we need is respect as equals, when that happens it will truly be a beautiful surprise.

Angels have Fallen

Life might finally get better for the down-trodden

Let’s thank the heavens, coz the angels have fallen

 

They are badass, they are strong

They won't accept life done wrong

You won’t see their wings, you won’t see their halos

You’ll feel their presence when the unjust receive blows

They’re finally here among us, they don’t apologise

When they untiringly work to call out the bad guys

 

You might try to look for them but you really need to see

They work their wonders in ordinary ways, they look like you and me

When you look around and see injustice, plunder, deceit and lies

Get to work, you. You might be an angel in disguise.