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#justhinkingoutloud

I think of all the lies that felt real
All the truths that turned out to be lies
And those truths that drowned in the ocean of doubt and fear,
And realised how true untruths can be.

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Shades of Freedom (4)

Freedom is walking barefoot
In the morning drizzle
Taking a leak while at it
Purging your mind of all its cares

Freedom is taking a stroll
On a bright moon day
Imagining you’re the brightest star
On which men make their wishes

Complements

They know to appreciate cold
who have had to endure
the pleasantness of heat.

They know to savour moments of joy
who have had to wine
with pain and sorrow.

They know to embrace true love
who have had their hearts
punctured by poisonous darts.

They know to treasure friendship
who have had to share a bed
with loneliness and unkindness.

They know to seek peace in solitude
who have had their minds
infected by betrayal and prejudice.

They know to appreciate life
who have had to fight for it
with all they had .

Gratitude

I spent too long
Pondering on what was lost
That I forgot too long
Things that are given
The love of my family
The company of wonderful friends
Who more than sacrificed
Time, love and care
Giving, asking not
Walking by my side
To sight the light of a new dawn
The ray of hope
To live life again
To right the wrongs
To a new beginning

Shade of Blue

nostalgicUnderneath this same
shade of blue,
I made houses
of sand and sticks,
boxes and weeds;
stuffed doll
strapped on my back
with mother’s head-tie.

I played house with
friends and siblings
pots of cans
soup of mushrooms
and water leaves
I watched ants
appear and disappear
into tiny holes.

I skinned my knees

and bruised my toes

I played hide and seek
in the open yard,
rain or sunshine
jumping ropes
and climbing trees.

I smiled and cheered
without reservation.
I sobbed and wailed
when sad or hurt
no shame or pretence.
I miss my younger self.

Moving On

a journey to recovery
a backward-never-trip
to restoration
narrow and thorny
shallow and stony
so many pieces
waiting to be found
all scattered here and there
along the road
to moving on
jagged and ragged pieces
waiting to be fitted
along the road
to moving on

not a thing of ease
taking a step
into moving on
boldly,
step into it
no looking back
no turning back
while on the journey
to moving on