Writer I

mini collection of freestyle poetry for November silence 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 through the hallway 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 not a pretty reality Once a manipulator Now I’m on the receiving end. It is not a pretty reality. Hence, we don’t withdraw from drawing the subtle yet precious line. The song of the burden I hear it clearly In the middle o...

I’ll walk more closely to my Hope Especially during times when Light is severely desired. I write but I don’t provide what I create. I write to remind myself the Truth. Hopefully, others can hear it too. poetry collection To walk Stories of the past isn’t always pleasant But the necessity to refrain From repeating the same mistakes is there. You know it isn’t about lingering. There’s one Story which I revisit. Certainly, the truth isn’t far-off Can I deliver it through words Motivated by pure intentions? I want to walk in it With zealous feet. Old planet Its years aren’t young. The temporary tent Where sparrows are fed Where flowers are best dressed Shepherded by our Creator It’s a vessel of life It will continue to be The planet in which we live Oh, how it needs the hands which are ours. The map for the traveler   The One who painted the sky The One who picked its colors Knew my name even before I can travel He called me wonderful even...