In search of moon in the darkest valley of night. See the way you have gone through is hard to imagine.
I know the throne choked in my neck can't be as painful as you have survived. Rough morning; sleepless nights, days were more as bad dreams. I
t once , let me hold your hands and show you the better side which you have never got a chance to see through.
I don't want to dig down, scratch the wound
Which are healing.
But let me clean that space . More love your heart deserve. Let me take you to the land where the sky is full of light and happiness
Respect which you have never expected from the passerby. Joy which I have seen while you lick your finger after you eat .
Rejoice last I saw in lap of your mother.
Please let me come in ; Doors of your heart are full of webs, there is need of my hand .
I promise I'll never give you expectations.
I just want to wipe out the sorrow. And remember this is not the soft corner , this is the love you deserve. Hold my hand I'll show you how am, living my life .
📝: "the place you go after life."
this was something i wrote for class last semester. not one of my favorite pieces, but it's a piece nonetheless. i always found my comfort zone to be prose. i got to be more expressive without being limited by things like line breaks, rhyme schemes, and having to worry about how long it looked on a page-- all of which i'm not great at. but my professor challenged me to write a haibun so i can combine my poetry and prose together. she said there was "poetry in my prose." a for effort? 😂 i almost shit myself having to write this though.
do you ever lay in bed, in the silence and in the dark. and think of someone you love very dearly. and all of the events that led to you two being together. and how your heart genuinely enjoys their existence. wow.