We are the same

Beneath those wispy veneers we

Are all the same

The same kindred spirits

The same bittersweet suffering souls

The same festering fears

The same inky insecurities

The same neurotic obsessions

We all have the same wounds

Yet instead of walking in

Each other’s shoes

We choose to tread on

Each other’s toes

And build walls around

Our vulnerable souls

Instead of building bridges.  

The demons in our closets…


We’re all wrestling the monsters of our own making.

The wounds that define us.

The demons that rear their ugly head.

Threatening to swallow us in their womb.

What is it we won’t do to evade them?

Just about anything not to confront them.

Fill the voids with meaningless banter.

Drown the screams in a busy din.

Seek solace in any passion or addiction

Fill our searing soul’s hunger with food

Punctuate our aches in the arms

Of retail therapy and coffee

All of these are nothing

But temporary refuges.

With the touch of the traces of time

These monsters become home for us.

Walk away

They say it takes courage to

walk away

Instead courage is what it

takes to stay

To stay and yet distance yourself

from all that no longer soothes your soul

Detachment from all that no longer

lets you feel whole

Stay and yet allow all the hurt and pain to walk away

 

 

 

 

The art of accepting life

 

With the traces of time and the touch of experience, we learn to stop fighting what life throws our way. It’s a rather slow journey which starts with us trying to battle what happens to us, question it and finally we learn the art of graceful acceptance. From a baffled why me you move to a never mind and finally settle for ‘ it happened for a reason’.

There comes a time when we learn to stop wrestling the darkness, stop letting tumultuous days get to us and start learning the art of accepting life in all its uncertainties, ugliness and veracity and finally we learn to embrace those uncertainties, and enjoy the roller coaster ride that is. It is all about making peace with the demons that haunt us.

Songs of silence

 

A source of strength

And solace

A vortex that can

Twirl the soul

A comfortable home

A lonely, dark recess

A harmonious tune

A jarred refrain

Stirring chords of solitude

Or stringing lyrics of loneliness

Silence is a strange melody

You can turn it into

What you want it to be