good things when short are twice as good.

In my own bubble

This is not my time yet, to die. I have for myself, a life ahead. From the first peel of my upper lids to my last waking moment ; i am constantly at thought.

Many smoked sticks, yet my mind still wanders. Thoughts are cloudy ; colours not in resolution as yet. There are still, things i need to hold on to physically.

The world - spins with or without me. But i belong in it. Time passes by even before i could speak another word. My human mind races another thought, another idea, another memory.

Before i know it, it's sunrise again. Just to greet another sunset - another end to a tiring day flushed with gratitude.

But we humans... What do we know about gratitude? Are we always,grateful? Lies..stop lying. Stop lying to oneself.

Lying,everyday of your life.

Faith.

Fuels me. Keeps me going. A man in hope is not a man who runs away from something ; but runs towards it.

Faith.

A swell in your chest when in abundance. Touches you deep and stretches your substance.
In God i have, but in myself...it seems distant. Fight. i fight, everyday of my life to survive yet my biggest enemy is within.

Contradictions.

Meaning something else when what's said was straight forward. There's always two sides of the coin. I'm simple yet complicating. I'm just human.

But,

no ordinary human.
a growing up human.
a female human.
a living,breathing human.
punch me, i'll bleed.

question in my mind - am i in poetry? is my poetry in movement right now?

answer is - no.

i'm being deep. deep in thought. this might confuse you, if you're not deep in thought. but stop, close thy eyes and sense this ; this depth.

do you have it?

i am human.
just like you.
i have a life.
just like yours.
i sleep and i wake up.
i survive every gruelling day though i do not break a sweat.
i think.
i breathe.
i'll die.

But this isn't my time to die, not as yet. Not my time to feel broken.

Thinking makes me feel enervated. But being forbearing is circumvening. To a susbtantial degree, it heals.

So stop, stop thinking. Stop thinking about it. About this mysterious post and the reason behind it. Let it linger.

Savour the after taste of pain.

Burp

What gets me going,gets me talking. What He brings me to, He brings me through.

Twenty
elegantly bolder&badder
INSANE.
~~fake and dismissive~~

Mira A.

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