Isn’t it surprising?
A person who has spent all her life in silence
will go through it all
Physical and mental pain
Yet not say a word
Not even mumble a thing
The same person would
Raise their voice and
for the slightest discomfort caused to her loved ones
Where does this strength come from?
How does a person who hasn’t spoken a word for years
sing a battle cry?
Is it the fear of seeing your loved one suffer?
How surprising is it to see love strengthen somebody
To give birth to their inside warrior
The one who didn’t speak for years for herself
Yes, that sleeping warrior
What is it Mariam Jo that makes somebody so fearless?
Is it really possible to love someone like you did?
– Some legacies are better not inherited!
As I struggle to get myself out of this cage
where I put myself
where I torture myself with questions
which don’t mean anything anymore
Or never did!
Questions from hypothetical situations
which never did or never will ever occur
as I try to pick myself from the pith of my thoughts
for which only I am the one responsible
The hell that I created in my head
where I have the ability to grow flowers
To change the world
To work for a better tomorrow
To do whatever I wish to
I choose to use it to bury bodies
to create barren lands
create storms of negativity
hurricanes of unnecessary thoughts
What have I done to myself? I often ask
And try to seek the solution of this from others
the exit of this hell that I try to find
When I know the answer is right in front of me
Only I have the power to stop this
But will I be able to do it?
Only if I wish to!
-The garden turned into a graveyard
I am creek of words which leads to an ocean of emotions
Like water, I can flow through your heart and soul
Remember how you read me back then in school?
in your English classes to write exams
and now when the life examines you
Here you are searching for answers in me again!
I am not girlish (Is that what you think of me?)
I am a manifestation of love
but that’s not all
If only a novel is written on my story would people know
how I was lost in the heaps of heavy novels
but little would they know that I am a lot more than what they define me
a magician for those who believe in magic
a way of protest for a rebel
a song for the musician
a lullaby for a baby
a guide for the lost
a prayer for a devotee
a wave of feelings
the healing for a hurt
and a lot more!
I am a Poem
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