Hi Everyone. . . our friend Sakshi has created a new blog https://thesoulfulness.wordpress.com/. Be sure to follow her new blog because you’re gonna love it! Here is a reblog of her last post. . .
Originally posted on I refuse to give up: Whoever thinks Battling with the world Is tough Mustn’t have known It’s the war within Which is most difficult to win It’s hard to find peace When every ounce of you Questions your own beliefs A part of you dies For another to come alive No one…
Dear friends. . . I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me. You just couldn’t see how I was cracking up on the inside. See, we came from different sides of life. While I didn’t have a choice but to grew up young, you enjoyed your childhood.
And I ran away, every day for no reason. I was running from myself but I could never escape.
Dear friends, it’s been a lot of years since we last saw each other. But I still think about you all from time to time. Isn’t it funny how, when we grow up, we understand things so much more. Maybe, if I just told you what I was going through. . . instead of just hiding. . . we could still be friends.
But I ran away, every day for no reason I was running from myself and I could never escape.
Dear friends, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t know that you couldn’t see how I was cracking up on the inside. Maybe our paths will cross again one day. Or maybe our kids can be friends. And maybe we can hang out one last time. And maybe it can be just like it was back then. . .
But I ran away, every day and I could never escape.
Friends, do you ever feel trapped in past regrets? Or trapped in your pain? In your own mind? Sometimes we have to speak those things in order to let go. . .
I always thought you were a rose. Once, I leaned in near to you to smell your wonderful fragrance and to admire your deep beauty. And as I got close, I felt your prickers pierce deep into my skin. I always expected this (every rose has its thorns). But as i drew back, I saw you’re nothing but a cactus. And I have nothing but a bloody finger.
The best things are unexpected. The best things come out of nowhere and come when we feel connected.
Like when a kiss is expected. I opened the door and you’re there. . . My attention. . . redirected.
And perfume has me affected while it dances through-out the air. Feelings of love are suspected.
When our smiles are reflected, these emotions. . . my heart can’t bare. But the moment is perfected.
And our souls will be corrected in the long embrace that we share. We won’t leave our care neglected.
So, in words that I’ve collected to say this simple truth, I swear; this strange law can be elected: The best things are unexpected.
Whew…. this was a hard one for me to write! My first shot at a Villanelle poem. I got the idea from Yaskhan, so please check out their post, “To A Lustrous Dawn.” It’s also a remake of one of my old poems, “Love Hug Kiss,” so please check that out, too, if you’d like.