#97 Indecision

courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

You weren’t made 

to walk on water

but sometimes it seems

everyone thinks that you should.

Trapped in between 

the fear of drowning

and the fear that you actually could.

You’re confounded by the weather

seemed to be progressively greying 

for years

what ever happened to the light

that glints off the clouds

with the intent

to then

sparkle in your eyes?

You weren’t made to navigate

these seas

but staying on the shore

wasn’t option

too much claustrophobic

thoughts

projected in your direction

too many loud voices

in your space

when all you needed was silence

making matters 

even more trying 

than they already seemed

was all the stimuli

that distracted

from which

was the environment

of your reality...

All the stimuli

that blindfolded

you from the calm

and opened you to

this impending sense of tragedy.

You weren’t made to walk on water

but somehow you wished you could

because staying on the shore

wasn’t really doing you 

any good.

My Inspiration: Sail boats and Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle 

 

© KohylahPiper 2016

#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

#20 The Choice

I wish I could pull you out of that rut…

the one you’ve been living in

we all have our own special kind

but its seems that you’ve become

accustomed to staying in

this

dreary atmosphere

you didn’t create

but evolved out of situations in life

and now

you’ve owned it

sitting there

looking into its darkness so long

vacant, alone

you’ve consciously abandoned

then forgot about

that other place

you cherished

called home…

This 
home isn’t the kind

that common walls enclose

it’s not the place associated with

your family’s highs and lows

It’s who you are beneath all of this

confusion and loss

this anger, depression

and cynicism of trust...

It’s the you that existed

in an innocent plot.

It’s the you that

still cradles an essence of love.

It’s the you that is strong enough to

look

.Up...

and

take control of the power

you’ve been given

to get out of that rut

and move on with your life

not looking down again ever

to that hole that you made a haven

of smothered joy

magnified guilt

and aborted prayers

you never believed in enough to utter…

I wish I could pull you out of your rut;

it would be…

my greatest pleasure

but it’s your choice and not my arms,

though outstretched still

that determines if you stay in that gutter.

My Inspiration: Morning conversations

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#11 Phantom Limb

 courtesy: Gry Poulson

Gone

but not forgotten

It’s been a while…

But lately it feels like

you were lost to me

all of a sudden.

Nerves disjointed

shooting terror

where

nothingness lived

experiencing movements

from a mirage drawn

out of a fatal error

from…within,

claiming that

this distorted member

of my supposed making

was still

a part of me

and tragically

though unseen,

was

furthermore

yet living…

It was

never advertised

preemptively

that you would

only spend

this short while

with me

before you

left quietly

disappearing

as if you were

never even here

irrespective

of the memories

that coloured my tears

into tranquilizers

that couldn’t heal me

or my cares

but just sedate

every sharpened wince

of hurt

that prodded inside

raging all the more

after the effects

were spent…

on the after effects

of the fact that you had left.

Disoriented

in the

continuing aftermath

they said

would eventually end

useless…

their comments

baseless

based on your absence

in the space

where I knew

you had once

been

tiptoeing around

my strain

everyone stretching

themselves thin

because of my

dim understanding

that this sensation

was a farce

created to shield

the most breakable of my

disheveled parts

which were intimately

connected through my grieving.

But

I knew what was real

Though I never did tell

I knew what was real

when the sweat broke

from my brow

and spilled into

five turned fifteen

turned infinite

minutes from hell.

I knew what was real…

but acceptance

was too unkind

That’s why

I’d rather

believe this illusion

in order to

be close

to you.

One last time.

#SELAHSATURDAYS

 My Inspiration: The Women

 

© KohylahPiper 2015