#69 For Fear of Solitude

courtesy: Serhat Demiroglu

Why this fear

of facing yourself?

being alone...

for once,

without the company of

any 

one 

else.

Why this fear

of being hidden away

in a place where you can consider

your thoughts, your actions

and the words you constantly

say...

Speaking over yourself

speaking over your family

speaking over your friends

speaking over the issues

you’ve created that extends

into the dome that

rests on a ceiling you constructed

where every distraction

lies in between

the image you’ve made

and the person you are 

interested in becoming...

Why are you afraid

of being along with 

your own thoughts?

Are you uncomfortable

with the person you are?

Be.

Still.

Enjoy the awareness of you

and if you don’t...

then

look deeper

though uncomfortable,

to see what 

can be changed

so that you do.

Don’t hide behind

the noise of meaningless

conversations,

social events

that offer no type of solutions

but just distractions 

to keep 

you occupied,

busy lights and voices

that distracts from the

substance that lies on the inside.

Become acquainted with your being.

What have you been using

voluntarily

to prevent you from seeing

into the space where you would meet

yourself for the first time.

Voluntarily blind-

voluntarily living a lie.

maybe if you got to know

who looks back at you, you would

stop all this senseless running

and 

.halt.

Right here;

in this place

where these questions

now listen.

For your reply.

#SELAHSATURDAYS

My Inspiration: Us Humans & Our Lack of Self-Awareness

© KohylahPiper 2016

#61 The Widow

courtesy patcegan.wordpress.com 

And I have loved you...

for more than half of my life;

you’ve had all my tears

and all my frustrations,

you’ve heard all of my joys, 

all my deepest contemplations.

You have lent your smile

to the faces of our children

you’ve gifted them

your wit and

uncanny rebellion against

the woes of their own generation.

You’ve led me to heights

also through the lowest of places

unseen by judging folk

who never had tried their own cases

and it was bearable...

because I did it all with your hand

holding mine

bound by these silver thread laces

that kept me out of the way of 

fate and her serendipitous plan...

Now I feel lost

since part of my destiny flew

with the wings

you were given

to release you into the only journey

we’d both

together

never knew; 

and

resting my hand on the pillow

where your head once lay

I earnestly pray also to be taken away

for the solemn sighs I echo

are close yet few between

and they precipitate into

shadows that seep into my dreams

where your colourful laughter

exceeds my reality’s hues

and I remain still;

yet still

loving 

only 

you.

  My Inspiration: Loved Ones

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#46 Forgiven

I remember you most

when I look at the sky

admiring pink mists

floating through blues

at eventide

in the found places

of lost time

that waxes and wanes

with the drifting air

and clothes the

shadow-filled atmosphere.

I miss the sequences

set to replay

over cliffs

that blend into the ocean’s mystery

sheltered under the frigate’s

broad wings

that had abandoned

the sullen coasts

that framed turquoise,

clear seas

and I think of you

remembering

how you constantly

think of me…

Oh!

How abrupt were your

footprints

washed off by the foams

that salted the sprays

I enjoyed so much before…

but

I know this as this world spins

it can be recaptured again

maybe not in the way

nor with the same motion

there will be a different sky

a different view of the ocean

but I believe

if I keep moving

though this world

I’ll meet you somewhere

in the middle

amidst all of these moments…

calling my name

as it always was

.Forgiven.

My Inspiration: The Sky

© KohylahPiper 2015