Monday, November 17, 2014


Resignation has found its way into my heart,
Like a larvae that drills its way into the core of a bud,
It has eaten into me layer by layer,
If I were to bloom now, the sky would peer into me through these holes
it has left in my being,
If I were to bloom, my scent would leave its after-scent,
From where I have fallen all I can see is blue,
The warmest colour, as they say,
I whisper into my solitude, my sighs
boomerang through time, and
break against the walls of my life,
Every thought is an unwelcome intrusion,
Into this stupor,
like a hermit crab, defensive, possessive,
I shall secure this shell,
So when resignation drills its holes,
I still have a home to hide....

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