The unseen and the seen

The thing I fear most
is not the unseen and the unknown
which cannot touch me
which can hurt me no more
than I can see or feel it
like a ghost
which cannot scare me
if I don’t see it
but the seen and the known
which has the power
to control me
like a confused spouse
who ridicules every step
I take
or a bully at school
who snatches my lunch
and laughs over my helplessness
for the fun of it
and has the power
to hurt me
like a harsh parent
who gives no second thought
to the tears in my eyes
or a rose in my garden
which I rear
like a baby and withers
in front of my eyes
or the thought
of a caged bird
which will never soar
in the free sky again
or a friend
I thought was true
steps back in times
of direst need
so it is well said
what is unseen and unknown
can never hurt us
as the seen and known
like the darkness
which becomes a curiosity
when it is illuminated
and frustrates us
when we know not the reason
for its illumination

[Random thoughts.]

In the shadow

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A shrill cry
from here
there
overhead
never ending
pain in the cry
tear-stained cheeks
pleading
nails
claw the walls
to come out
of the shadows
where beauty
burns to ashes
cries drown in the walls
prayers sway with the wind
mercy is unheard of
waiting for a saviour
who never comes
to the blood-stained shadows
while death awaits
ready to pounce for
ever
growing shadows
move in the darkness
drawing blood tears
beating up the spirit
till it snaps under torture
(of rape)
and the namesake
law protectors laugh evil
at their success
of breaking the
spirit of a human
they pledged to protect
forever
they shall remain in shadows

 

[Started in May, 2010, completed tonight.]

Footprints in the Sand

They walk towards the river
she pulls her cardigan
as she feels the cool river breeze
gently blow in her hair
two sets of footprints follow them
he holds her closer
with promises and dreams
she feels safe to have him
to get her through the chilly night

She writes their names in the sand
engraving them
with hopes and aspirations of their lives
together
she slows down
to dip her hand in the winter river
she flushes the water on her face

chill runs down her spine
panic seizes her
she turn back
only one set of footprints in the sand
follow her
the sudden change in the breeze
gives new unknown strength to
the waves
sets in washing his name away
little by little, end by end
till only her name remains

She waits and stern her eyes
looking as far
something doesn’t feel right
truth sets in as she walks
towards a small dot on the dark plain
he is walking away
he disappears from her sight
blending with the landscape
clouds appear
casting her world into darkness
she looks up into the once bright night sky
there is not a single star to take her
to him