Locked Away

Deep,

Deep,

Deep,

Deep

Down inside of me

There is a door, and

It’s locked...

I must have lost the key,

Or did I throw it away?

I know there is something in there. 

I don’t know if it’s pleasant

Or unpleasant.

I’m not spending too much time

Thinking about it...

Or trying to open it. 

For now, I’ll just sweep around it. 

Yay Though I Walk (Inspired by Psalm 23:4 in the Christian Bible)

Between darkness and light.
My feet are bare and cold,
Yet I am not afraid
As I occasionally step,
Into the unknown waters
Of the river Styx

 

 

Murmur 4 (Genetics)

(For my Cytogeneticist friends, and for everybody who can love beyond obstacles) 

 

 

It’s always there,

Just below the surface

Of every conversation we have.

 

Whose fault is it?

Why do we keep losing

The child we so desire?

 

So as we wait,

Holding hands and praying,

In the pathology collection centre –

 

We are connected,

By this murmur –

This constant worry.

 

Will it be my fault?

What if it’s not my fault? –

Will it make a difference?

 

Will you still love me?

Will I still love you?

Is it worth continuing?

 

So as these thoughts

Murmur between us,

As if connected by more than just our hands –

 

We gently squeeze

And murmur,

‘I love you’.

Musings (construction, reconstruction and perception)

Does the sun rise for me,

Or am I rushing to greet it?

Does the moon forget to touch me

As she slips below the horizon,

Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?

Does a friend slight me,

Or do I fail to understand his pain?

Does a relationship turn sour,

Or was there nothing there to begin with?

Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum

Because he needs the drink,

Or does he salute dead mates?

Is life a construction site,

or a constant reconstruction site?

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I’m not sure…