He lost so much in just one day
And something broke inside him
But no
not his heart...
And something broke inside him
But no
not his heart...
Forwarded from AY - MIND
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'For the shunned and unheard, We mind'
We stand for those whom the society have shunned because of their mental illness. We stand for those who speak out loud about their illness and mental health but had received a deaf ear in return. We strive to build a community that would accept mental health as equal as physical health.
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When love arrives
No, it won’t heal you
It won’t hold your hands so you could walk through the tunnel all the way to the light
But it sure will help you turn the grave yard in your heart into a garden
It will sit with you by the other end of the tunnel, in the dark, and you two will sing your
favorite song until the silence leaves the empty that has filled your soul
When love arrives
It won’t come barging in your room and open the curtains to allow the sun in
Because sometimes you hide from the sun
And love would just make you a fortress out of your bed
When love arrives
It will not wipe the bad memories out
It will just move your eyes elsewhere so you could make new ones
When love arrives
There will be a conversation,
Just not always with words
When love arrives
There will still be tears
It will not fill in the gaps
But the tears would roll down with purpose
And you’ll be at peace with the space
When love arrives
No, you will not be saved
You will not be free
You will not be born again
But
You’ll move on
You’ll take a step
One foot after the other
You’ll forgive yourself
You’ll continue to live
When love arrives
It may not take the scar away
But it would make a better use of your pain
Like a content to a poem
A muse to the brush
A tune to a song
Sleep to the eyes
And a dream to the ceiling
No, it won’t heal you
It won’t hold your hands so you could walk through the tunnel all the way to the light
But it sure will help you turn the grave yard in your heart into a garden
It will sit with you by the other end of the tunnel, in the dark, and you two will sing your
favorite song until the silence leaves the empty that has filled your soul
When love arrives
It won’t come barging in your room and open the curtains to allow the sun in
Because sometimes you hide from the sun
And love would just make you a fortress out of your bed
When love arrives
It will not wipe the bad memories out
It will just move your eyes elsewhere so you could make new ones
When love arrives
There will be a conversation,
Just not always with words
When love arrives
There will still be tears
It will not fill in the gaps
But the tears would roll down with purpose
And you’ll be at peace with the space
When love arrives
No, you will not be saved
You will not be free
You will not be born again
But
You’ll move on
You’ll take a step
One foot after the other
You’ll forgive yourself
You’ll continue to live
When love arrives
It may not take the scar away
But it would make a better use of your pain
Like a content to a poem
A muse to the brush
A tune to a song
Sleep to the eyes
And a dream to the ceiling
The day I almost quit writing
#1
“Daughter, read me your latest piece”
My mother said
“You know they say you are as good as your last work” she added
Then I smiled
Thinking of the last thing I wrote
Nothing.
“Does it hurt?” I asked
She laughed, “What, death?”
I nodded while looking around a cave she resided in
That’s the thing about her
She makes a home out of every place she goes to
I can see she has made a home out of heaven
Or even of dreams in this case
“No, it doesn’t hurt at all” she assured me
I looked around
“Then why are you here all by yourself?” I asked again
She shrugged
“So, where is it, come on, read me your poems”
She was desperate for a story
Or just for anything
Anything with feelings
“They say you are as good as your last work”
How good can nothing be?
How good could a blank paper thrown across my room be?
How good are my words I keep swallowing?
How good is a dream neglected?
I woke up
I made a paper out of my palm and started to write
“You are as good as your last work” they say
I am still writing
And I am as good as my notebook full of moments
Mistakes
Crossed out dreams
As good as my pen which has run out of ink
As good as my broken keyboard
My tears
My ceiling
My walls
And everything that says
“I
A poet
was here”
#1
“Daughter, read me your latest piece”
My mother said
“You know they say you are as good as your last work” she added
Then I smiled
Thinking of the last thing I wrote
Nothing.
“Does it hurt?” I asked
She laughed, “What, death?”
I nodded while looking around a cave she resided in
That’s the thing about her
She makes a home out of every place she goes to
I can see she has made a home out of heaven
Or even of dreams in this case
“No, it doesn’t hurt at all” she assured me
I looked around
“Then why are you here all by yourself?” I asked again
She shrugged
“So, where is it, come on, read me your poems”
She was desperate for a story
Or just for anything
Anything with feelings
“They say you are as good as your last work”
How good can nothing be?
How good could a blank paper thrown across my room be?
How good are my words I keep swallowing?
How good is a dream neglected?
I woke up
I made a paper out of my palm and started to write
“You are as good as your last work” they say
I am still writing
And I am as good as my notebook full of moments
Mistakes
Crossed out dreams
As good as my pen which has run out of ink
As good as my broken keyboard
My tears
My ceiling
My walls
And everything that says
“I
A poet
was here”
Forwarded from ETHIOPIAN SPACE SCIENCE SOCIETY (Beza T)
Solar eclipse from Lalibela. Taken by Nahome Tesfaye