5 lessons, 5 poems, 1 year (2022 edition)

No year is free from storms but it doesn't mean we should stop from creating.

sharing five lessons from 2022 and five of the poems which I wrote previously

Lesson

1. Expect to feel lonely while you walk the right trail.

Poem

Working title

sixth day of the week

but it doesn't feel like one

That is fine.

It is worthy to be a subject of my writing.

The storage is almost full.

Call me the happy one

Do we have enough pages so we can start recording them?

To whom can we address them?

Do you still have space...

In your heart?

I'll keep all your flags

for they're painted with green.

It got a working title, a road under construction.

I write every where

That makes it easier to read and re-read.

It doesn't get comfortable

but it is the beautiful kind.

Lesson

2. We can’t travel back in time but we can warn those who resemble our younger versions.

Poem

Song of the burden

slow afternoon strolls

meals whenever you are alone

nights are for writing

It isn't because I despise folks.

I just delight in the silence of a healing heart.

To those who can resonate with me know

that we wait in solidary.

waiting for that empty space to be filled with the songs

of our burden

Lesson

3. Our current emotions shouldn’t be bottled-up. It doesn’t mean we can’t create something worth appreciating.

Poem

Conversations

maybe that is why conversations don't happen

maybe that is why there are words which are nearly unsaid

because we don't know when we are ready

if we will ever be

Can we ever be prepared for what we will feel?

Is there anyone who is prepared for everything?

Lesson

4. The absence of noise does not guarantee true happiness. Peace is most valued in the presence of the chaos.

Poem

The traveler

The traveler walks through the hallway.

Heavy is the load.

The city celebrates

while the messenger cries.

alone but full of light

The world sets foot on the party's location

while the traveler stays up.

awake until 12

exhausted but rejoicing

dancing secretly and cheerfully

in the presence of the heartbreak 

which is slowly waning.

The city revels

while the traveler shines.

walking with her chin up.

Lesson

5. Boundaries are treasures. I learned to step out or walk away when I know it not my duty to fix.

Poem

Boundaries

I’m learning to say the hardest words to say.

There is still much work to do.

I’m building fences around my lawn

For it was entrusted to me.

There are other fences which I will pass by

But they are not for me to invade.

Building boundaries make one uncomfortable

Like the repainting of walls

But its course can’t diminish their redeeming feature.