Plans are sometimes unplanned for us in our lives
Flexibility and detachment are needed at such times
But when you have your heart set on something
When you have taken time to map things out
Flexibility and detachment are not easy
Maybe that’s why we get many chances to practice
Our lives are a series of letting go
Will it get easier with time?
I’m not sure
Will we keep getting opportunities to hone our skills?
There is no doubt
November 29th, 2017
When I can sit at the coffee shop by myself
And feel at peace
When creativity and the desire to write is back
When there is no trace of anxiety
When my feelings make sense again
When the fog I’ve been living in has dissipated
I can say I’m back to me
The me I know
The me I recognize
The me I’m happy to be
The me I was yearning for
The me that had escaped
And would not return despite my pleas…
Then I feel whole again
Nov. 22nd, 2017
Hold me tight
Protect me from all that’s around
Be my shield in the time of trials
Enhance my beauty
Strengthen me
So I can withstand the winds of time
Together we’ll be more fortified
Together we’ll represent unity
And solidarity
Till the end of time
November 24th, 2017
Yes, one feels helpless and sad
One feels out of control of one’s emotions
One feels weary and anxious
But the worst part is that passion dies…
One’s zest for life
One’s zeal to start projects and carry them through
One’s energetic nature and optimistic way of thinking
All of these things fall by the wayside
And when I see someone speaking passionately about a subject they are invested in
I wonder why they can do that and not I
I wonder where my energy and fervor went
Where my desire to create and build something new went
Where my joy of being productive went
And I mourn the loss of passion
November 22nd, 2017
The colorful leaves of fall nestle against the grey stones for shelter
For warmth
They huddle and
Keep each other warm
Chit chatting among themselves
About their transition
The changes to come
showing off their beautiful costumes while they still can
November 14th 2017
Clad in their golden-orange gowns
They are at a most beautiful ball
Music playing
A gentle breeze moving their
Shimmering attire
And creating rustling sounds
They know the ball will end soon
And they will have to wait another year
Before they call return to this festivity
So they savour these last moments of bliss
As they sway to the mesmerising music
Nov. 4th, 2017
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