The Tide

Do I ask for too much,

If I’m asking for a little space .. 
To exhale the misunderstood feelings I harbor, 

To put them at bay.

To simply spend a little time with;  

me,

myself

and I. 

To know the storms that I create, turmoiling my inner side. 

To feel the sand between my fingers and rummage through it like it’s treasure. 

To sit in the rain and drown myself, unburdening the thunder and sorrow. 

To run on grass or the earth, just with my bare feet;

to feel it’s warmth, it’s cool, calm, collective nature, whilst I run to exhume the heat. 

To sit beside a silent shore and dip my feet to sense it,
It’s cold blue surface,

hiding a deeper tide than it actually mirrors. 

Do I ask for too much,

when I just want to spend some time,

with the trees, the sea, the sand, the sky, the sun, the birds, the rain, the storm, 

or even me.

For they seem to know me,
Understanding my silences with which I speak.

The pauses I take with hesitation, pondering with great length with the words I say, 

Do I ask for too much;

when I just want to be me.

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Soulmate 

Sometimes it’s these very people who you may have crossed paths with, become the best of people in your life.

It’s almost like you have known them for a very long time, even though you may have just met, they feed your mind and soul, like they understand every word, silence and breath you take, just like a soul mate.

They’re to keep and not to lose. 

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Silence 

Silence 

There was silence, complete silence, a stillness in her voice, lost in her thoughts and lost in a world of her own. She had seem to set a resolve, like a companionship  so deep which often confused me. 

She spoke after a great deal of debate within her mind, fighting the odds and whether to maintain her silence.

‘Silence is a friend of those who listen with attentiveness of what it brings and what it offers to share, try it you may be left at wonders’. 

She then left, leaving the silence as my companion so I may reminisce and marvel at its wonders that she had already achieved. 

Daily Prompt – Silence

For You

All she wanted was sincere love, even if it meant walking upon thorns barefoot or crossing through forests.

It wouldn’t hurt her the slightest, as long as she had him, by her side, for the rest of her life. 

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Sobia 

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Palpitating Organ

When the pain descends to the inner depths and reaches to attach to the organ we call heart,

It’s not long after, like an adrenaline rush, it shifts with uneasiness, ready to erupt like a volcano. 

The remnants of its blazes, reaches like a knot in the throat, trying to swallow it quickly before they appear on the outer surface of my body. 

The eyes, I aim have been untouched and unsensed from the inner turmoils, keeping them dry, and viewing them to make sure they have been unchanged. 

No sadness.

No tears.

No Redness.

Until all alone, all gushes forth, pouring out, what I held; 

what I call pain. 

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Sobia 

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