you join a hood,hoping one hopfor every three rung.and, you realize-you ain’t climbing upjust sinking down slow. hopes thinningdoubts growingblues crawlingsilence wrapping are you?if you are, can you?if you can, will you?if you will –will that make you happy?now… are you?

like an echo, in the forest,the opportunity will come around.like a tide, in the ocean,the opportunity will ebb and flow.like a rainbow, after the storm,the opportunity will be found! yeah, life goes on 🎵

If the curio wickcould bring me eternal knowledge,will I be generous? If I am generous,will they perceivemy true intention? What if my intentionsdon’t enlighten thembut enhance what Ialready know?

just another ordinary day or so it pretendsand that old gnawing ache finds me again. I see her joiningsmiles, brimming, full of hopelike a flickering candletrying to make an impactfor one final time. but little does she know the hidden agendathat was planned & sealedeight bitter days ago. chances are never what they claim to…

Birds whispered secretsloud and clear, no gossips;just when they digressed a little,gusts of rain pouredfrom the rooftop kitchen. he seemed worn outcounting his luckiest hours,he wondered whether it’s too late to decide. She put down her knittingand tried to foresee his future;nothing she confessed,as she found herself entangledin the picture, bitter sweetly.

Behind the shut windows, I was asked to choose a goal. just one and I, opted to day dream; least, they embraced careless. Now, wind rattles the blinds  only to remind me, success stories are born when all doors are shut.

My screams are knocking from inside.They want to let the shame, fear, and guilt out into the real. I trained them to stay quiet, strong andto never disturb –unless they were ready to face those whowouldn’t understand. Once they step out,they won’t be seen the way I see them.And I…I won’t be treated the way…