#435
Sitting across,
watching him,
my brother in his hospital bed,
his hair tied back,
chest torn open,
his heart already wide,
i knew it the day we met,
sometimes, it’s fall.
#436
i’m starting to despise
that sweet look in their eyes,
that knowing glare, theses girls,
my dear friend’s lovers,
won’t they give me space?
Don’t they know they have
the better man?
These compliments are lines,
bars that forever hold
me happily caged within
my honour, so let me breath,
let it go, let it pass, give it thought,
give me no thought, and respect the silence.
#437
The first time i dropped
i was sitting in the dust,
her unknown arms wrapped around me,
as i waited to go to my older brother’s wedding,
i wanted to see if i could physically see
true love.
And while that i witnessed was beautiful,
it was normal. i felt nervous,
so i dropped, and dropped, until i couldn’t fall further.
i may not have seen true love glaring,
rather instead, i found myself swimming,
bathing in the unconditional, endless, and everywhere,
my assumptions had been off, but the change had happened,
and i was happier to have been found rather than
done the finding, happy, just to be, to have all i need.
#438
It does nothing but shock me,
how she is continually damned,
even by the women she considers close,
the irony of life imitating art,
or is it that she is intimidating life,
and that the challenges are but only to mold her,
to become the hero she wishes for from stars,
misunderstood, smeared, tarred, feathered,
cast like a leper by those who
live in unenlightened darkness,
and yet, her attitude never falters,
a perspective that demands perspective,
her text a continual beacon,
my champion, my people.
#439
Of course i can
climb them,
when have mountains
ever stood in
the way of a man?
Fools have always been
the first to the peaks,
no matter how many
of them fell before.
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