I found beauty my greatest weakness
a haze one day leading to Easter
when the sun was overcome,
shut really by a calm rain.
It would peek but never get a chance
and as much as I hate the cold,
living throughout a day that feels
a shadow of my kind of day
kept my weakness a length away
from my grasp. Sunrise, sunset
or my bare feet on our lawn
away from my favourite scene,
a pint of sadness in a cold day
and many others to come. There, winter’s near.
Tag: seasons
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https://za.pinterest.com/pin/300404237653545407/ Barren never knew coolness
of the wind after softspoken rain
has left a whisper.
That night only moonlight missing
yet content with candlelight.
Let them say then
fulfillment cannot be found by broken.Come to my country in November.
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Am I a struggler?
Because I can’t tell spring from summer
When the trees are on full blossom
I go to our neighbours house for fruit
And when they shed their no longer needed leaves,
I’m told to bare for the fruit I ate
Pick those leaves and see to them?
Because I’ve never seen snow
And winter only let’s me get a new thing
But I’ve never truly seen autumn
I can’t tell if I’ve ever taken a picture there
When it rains, I worry for my roof
Last rainy days, we slept besides buckets
Some with our blankets wet
And the season’s forever been cursed
It told us what we already knew.
Am I a beggar?
I’ve never seen the ocean
And the mountains bare no trees
While the rivers are a wild myth
Harbouring a creature that eats what steps near
Because the world has many sights I’ve heard of
Yet I can’t count those I’ve seen on my single hand
Because I’ve read the moon is a place
But I know I’ll never step foot on
I wish I knew to describe the sun intelligently
When to me It’d forever be just light
And the sky seem beyond my reach
The clouds too untouchable
Yet those with worth, have long known to be above clouds
Am I a struggler?
Never having had a birthday cake
Thinking back, not remembering my childhood
Secretly asking, couldn’t I’ve had a choice being here?
Had my parents ever loved one another
Children they were, was I a choice
Or were they told, for their dabbling
Responsibilities must be carried
Because I wish to know,
Could I take this life
For my consent was not given to begin it?
When I look in the mirror,
I see an image I’d not think twice to change
Not ugly but dirty from all that’s fallen
How I can’t care to tell myself I did do
While I failed, my trying was my way of living
Because I followed my heart
And that heart found itself someone else
I was left alone, wondering how was I wrong? -
Is the rain shy to fall in winter?
I know my hands won’t come out to play
And I miss them, I miss themI’m covered by lots of wool,
Not my mother’s baked cookies
Though they always burn. I want it
The smell of home
But cold and its bristle wind,
My mother stays in bedWhy is the sun waking before me?
I miss it, though I curse it
I miss it, I saw my face brightly all day
Now I’m shivering, drinking hesitantly
Winter, last only for a month
You’re not my friend, where I live
It never even snowsMy father stopped drinking,
I’m grateful for only this bit
Being truthful, I’m more grateful
He’s back to staying silent, like he ever
Spoke to me. Yes winter, you at least
Made my mother happy with this
Though now I have to do more cookingI bought a dress I’ll wear once the leaves are green
Not for a man but for my skin to say hello
Wool itches, it suffocates
Why aren’t you being lenient?
Is it because of jealousy?
Many leave you and mourn
Complains nonstop
I can be sympathetic but, but you’re so cold
The wind is stiff, the wind
Cold winter, cold
You miss the happy sun, don’t you?