The fig tree by the house with no backyard
Always welcomed me
It was comforting and warm
Teaching me
A child I was
Not knowing death nor life
It taught me eternity
The fig tree in my grandmother’s house
Will always live within me
Tag: English poem
Slipping
Time is slipping away
And I hoped you would stay
But I’ll be slipping too
I wished you well
I wished you good
I’ve done all I know I could
But time
Is my enemy and time is my friend
I wished I could see it till the end
But time is slipping away
And I will be slipping too
Self Love
Don’t forget to nurture your soul
…
You lost your pieces
Those that made you, you
And now you wander
Forgetting what you loved
To do
Worth
I confused my soul
With my body
My degree with my intellect
My riches with my clothes
And I let my ego decide
What I was worth
Mother’s Love
She said she wasn’t hungry
Good Bye
The things that could never fit within a bag, are the things I desperately wanted to pack
💛
My Heart
I’ve relied on the sun to shine
The moon to come back
The stars to glow
The trees to grow
But
Each had a cycle and a rhythm
They didn’t know
How fast I want to keep on running
So my heart
I’ll have to start
With you
Missing
I had wandered far
And after all
I found you
The thing that was never missing
The thing I refused to see
The missing piece was just me
.
.
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God
He left little pieces behind
God
A seed that grew from inside
And the tree
(You and me)
Forgot
The wider view
Possession
She cries about the things
She’s yet to obtain
But she forgets the things
Her life contains
Possessions left untouched
.
.
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