Remember

Remember the days that flew by,
veiled in truths, lies, smiles, and goodbyes.
But, amid life’s charms, you live by
Remember the days that flew by,
of regrets, yet tough to bid bye,
whispering to be wise at times…
Remember the days that flew by,
Veiled in truths, lies, smiles, and goodbyes.

This triolet is written in response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #256. Image by Bellezza87 from Pixabay 

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Broken

Photo by Jilbert Ebrahimi on Unsplash

I’d just begun…why then do I see the shadows of the end
looming venomously, viciously
I seek refuge in the soulful notes of the piano; for
its lonely chords resonate with my thoughts
forcing the torrent of sadness to flow mercilessly…
Yet, the heaviness lingers, pulling me down,
stealing e’en the wish to look up or to struggle
or the will to be free…just free…
I let others shatter me to pieces
now I reign as a ghost within shattered pieces,
each piece home to infinite memories,
each memory home to infinite moments stabbing
cruelly into all realms of my existence.
And I wonder, why did I begin?
I cannot pretend not to hear the
cliched echoes of a million whispers scream at me,
soothing me in their classy way,
with the strength born of infinite pain…
And I, the silence in the broken pieces, seeking peace…infinite peace…

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A Fine Warrior

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And I met this woman, a warrior screaming in silence
struggling to slay her never-fading demons
knowing she will never be called brave
for she fights for causes so alien and unknown;
not just to the world, but to her too…
Yet her fight is real, complex too…
The fight to pry her eyes open, and wake up…
To breathe in the day, to not give in to her tears
and fears that weigh her down
To face a world that calls her an arrogant fool
as she whimpers in fear within…
To be strong as helpers fail;
strong enough not to snuff out her hope to be hopeful
To accept the fleeting moment of peace
as her eyes take in the new moment of the present
that brings a true smile to her tired face…
I understand her as I return her smile
in the watery reflection, and remind her,
“Hold on brave one; you’ll be just fine!!!”

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I Wish…!!!

Photo by Polina Kovaleva from Pexels

How I wish I could weave my cold silence
into songs for them who yearn for solace…
Mired in the verity of lost ideals,
How I wish I could weave my cold silence,
though I am one wading in my own fears
of expectations and utter setbacks…
How I wish I could weave my cold silence
into songs for them who yearn for solace…!!!

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A Sort Of Oasis

Parched thoughts rained hopelessly
onto her diary pages…
racing madly to keep its pace
with the rich oasis of liveliness
that once enriched these pages…
“Madness”, I often thought;
yet, her tear-stained words make me wonder
“Isn’t this her hope?”

Sammi Cox Weekend writing

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