Chasing Sunshine

Silence begets not
Any semblance of peace; when
The mind’s a whirlpool.

This room appears changed
The bedspread, curtains and paint –
It looks good as new.

I feel a bit scared
To step within, what if they
Haven’t disappeared?

Mum said dad has fixed
All the monsters ‘neath my bed
They’re on vacation.

I wish he had them
Locked up instead – throw away
The key – wishes have wings.

What if they lie in
Wait, for the night ? And then come
Rushing in? Scary!

“No monsters exist”
They said, but fixed my room too.
I think they’re afraid.

The monsters can hide
In all sorts of places – and
I think my heart’s one.

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Little bird, d’you know?
You are red, green and yellow,
Crown of the meadow.

When you look into
The blue skies, do you feel free?
Hunger lords o’er you.

Big bird, spotted grey,
As forceful as this hot day,
Is your loud ruckus.

When you look into
A still lake, do you see you?
Or your frightened prey?

Birds – both of you, not
Quite the same though – of unlike
Feather; yet alike.

The squiggly lil worm,
The fish and the spawn – they’re all
Born to serve you – not!

You may think that’s so,
But no – they were born, like you,
To complete the chain.

This circle of life,
Holds us all in its tight fold,
All for one and all.

The tree on the ledge,
At risk of falling over,
As the ground gives in.

From firmly rooted,
To being on edge – the tree,
Has lived through it all.

The tree grows new roots,
To clutch at the underside –
To counter the fall.

Humans, wont to think
Plants aren’t beings – the tree,
Shows them otherwise.

Attuned to wind, soil,
And water – it knows its place
Just right – warrior.

You’ve wandered into
This realm – unable to leave,
Fettered by darkness.

The light that you seek
Exists – but the space you seek
To light up, is huge.

Look around you, to
Find things to burn – destruction
Can brighten this realm.

Paradoxical –
And yet, it’s only fire that
Can douse this darkness.

Pick up the old yarns
And cast them into the fire –
Watch the realm light up.

When you walked out
You made a choice – and it hurt,
But say no sorry.

An apology
Is not a peace offering,
Nor a free guilt pass.

An apology
Is sans boundaries – or else,
It ceases to exist.

What they did though, it
Hurt even more – and no, I
Can’t make them confess.

I will not demand
An apology from them,
For your peace of mind.

An apology
Is not a cure for deep pain,
It’s a salve, if that.

An apology
Cannot be forced – it must flow,
From a place of love.

New these beginnings,
Timeless these evergreen fears –
Paradoxical.

What is that flicker?
Is it the start or the end –
A spark or ember?