The picture had a missing corner
when I stood on my balcony today.
Happy memories.
The thirst for the fluffiness of the clouds to be tangible,
and the coldness of the concrete that was once bearable,
the moments and scenery of the cloudy sunset all to myself.
the roaring sea
lost in the turbulence of the wave
what a scary sight
from the trough of the tsunami
imminent collapse
destruction
or salvation
in arrival to the peace
on the other side
how small the sky looks
through the opening
the light and freedom so intangible
from the darkness deep bellow
people stop by
to stare
to comment
how bad it must be
and the voices fades
as the pit gets deeper
and darker
and so alone
it takes one person
a single compassionate soul
one willing to jump into the darkness
to let the lights in again
to emphasize
It’s the throbbing in my chest when I sprint out of my room to catch that last glimpse of the crimson sunset and later capturing such feelings in the muse of aimless freedom in my writing. The poetry captures my spontaneity, as a sudden beautiful flickering of the candlelight can launch me into composing a new poem and a supplemental artwork for the post.
When I listen to my heart through writing poetry, I’m no longer lost navigating the maze of societal expectations. The certainty that the beauty of the candlelight and the sunset will diminish eventually forces me to cherish it at the moment, and I want to bring my readers to the present moment, to the deep meaning of a single flicker. My goal is to share my journey to self introspection and inspire my readers by showing them the appeal of being mindful in the present and breaking free of the past and future.
The full yellow moon
the little things in life
the happiness of riding smoothly
where am I now?
what’s up ahead?
The Conscious Hour 