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They Cast Me Away

They cast me away,

into the deepest darkness;

the arms of freedom.

Greetings

Intoxicating!

Seemingly endless effect!

The joy of Christmas!


Compliments of the season to you my lovely WP friends! ❤ Hope you’re enjoying your holiday.

This season is beautiful; friends, family, meetings, thanksgivings, celebrations…

The spirit of Christmas intoxicates. We are lost in joy and love and food. And when it comes to an abrupt end, our eyes open and we see clear. We realise how much this joy had given and taken. We become sober once more and hope and plan for another Chrismas – an unending cycle.

This Christmas, I decided not to travel to my hometown. It’s almost a taboo for me to celebrate Chrismas away from home, because it’s an opportunity to meet with family and friends who live away from me. But it’s okay 😀. There’s always another Christmas.

Have a swell time this holiday season!

Love,

Florence

Peace Within

I wake to sweetness

every single day.

I feel guilt as well

that these days,

I mirror more

the positive side of life;

that I’m not brought down 

by these thrusting issues

looming around me.

I’m mostly shocked 

that I smile, laugh 

dance and skip,

when I should shrink 

into my unpleasant shell

And groan till 

I groan no more.

And to think that I do 

not make much effort

to cage the impact 

of an awful mood

is a rare miracle.

It’s as if there’s nothing

At all to fuss about.

Now, they say

I’m the fairest of all.

Haha, how exact 

their words!

I’m at my best since 

manner began

 to proclaim so.

Feels like I walk around

defrauding them?

Guiding them

 to believe what

Isn’t real?

Should I wear dilemmas 

Like befitting apparel,

And walk the boulevards

As though I’m insane?

– To show off the details of me?

 I’m strong enough

 to impede 

those annihilating

 emotions.

And I’m blessed 

to be this way.

I’m blessed to have God.

Peace within.

No Regrets

There were times

I walked through recall

With a sharp digger

In the hands

of my yearning

To exhume values 

Of time past,

But I dug in vain.

They were things

I wanted to have,

Where and what

I wanted to be,

And what I wanted to

Stick with for a lifetime,

But which slid through

My fingers like grains of millet 

and fused with history.

Taken away.

With them, I could have 

A different life.

Perhaps better than

What I have now.

And my mind kept whispering

To me about what

I should have done right.

If I did this instead of that,

I could have gotten it right.

But that’s history too.

All I have is now

to get things right,

Change what  

I couldn’t change.

And shun the voices

Dragging me into the void

to relive history the same way.

I should have regrets,

But of what use

Is going back and forth ?

Whatever didn’t work 

Might work if I tried again.

But I must not go

 through the same 

Process on 

that same road

Which led to nothing.

No regrets.