Writing Prompt #15

It was there before
And would live forever

A secret like this
Love know by few
And yet forbidden

Memories are fading
As they’re getting old
But love remains
As the only thing dear to hold on

Soon…
A story lost between
Pages of time

This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.

Writing Prompt #12

Engraved in my cells
This night
Like any other

In a whisper
I was gone
Like a ghost
I hurtled down the stairs

It was over
Shots of pain
Across my heart

I was never yours
You just thought
You could stole
Parts of my soul

In the street that night
The pieces of my life
Scattered everywhere

The chance to put them back together
And find myself again!

***

I know that nothing can change nor erase the violence of that special night. It’s there forever. It’s part of me as good memories are too. It was for so long a night I would recall with fear. The words, the scene, the threats.

It was tough and yet, thank God, it was, or I would have never left. I would have came back, despite the mess, despite the nonsense, despite me becoming a stranger to myself. And it would have been tragic!

This night gave me the chance to start anew. Sometimes the best is hidden in the most dangerous places.

This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.

Our truth lies within darkness

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There is something inside
That we hide
Something we don’t want others to see

We don’t want to know
It could burn our eyes
It could destroy the image we have

There is a part of darkness
A stream of shadows
Hanging around

There is unfolded nightmares
Anger and violence
Jealousy and pain

Until we are ready to face
Our dark side
With an open heart

We’ll never know the truth of who we are

After

@MarieK

Nobody knows how it will be. After.
I don’t think about it. Not that much.
I don’t worry.
But I wonder…

I found my space, my place, my rhythm
I found my joy, my peace
I got closer to my dreams

Away from the world
I found inside what matters the most to me

I don’t know how I will get back to social craziness
When solitude is such a blessing
I don’t know how I will go back to work
When my mind is set on another track

Life will be different for sure…

The perfect scent of rain

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Opening the window and smelling rain. It’s been a while. I missed the scent of it.

I see rain as a blessing, I see rain as a way to stop and just breath.

Just be in this moment of grace. Just feel life flowing inside.

Rainy days are not bad days. They are days full of love for and from Mother Earth.

Let’s rejoice in them!