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Poetry therapy.

Crash. Burn.Exhaust.
tears I submit at her doorsteps;
Bruised.Crumpled.Crouched.
the spirits lie split between head and heart.
She knows. She understands. she cries.
Words.Feelings.Blank.
thoughtless I wander back to her;
Tired.confused.Wordless.
she hands me to word thirsty pages.
I write. I rant. I cry again.
She saw me feed pain. She saw me bleed poetry.

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This is dedicated to my mother who recently put up with all my mood swings and relentless questioning of myself and life. finally she asked me to write instead.  I was amused to note that even she realized nothing would cure me better.

 

Prompted @ Sunday Whirl

Also linked to Open Link Night.

Turn back time

Her husband did not approve of magic and  She loved him too much to accept doing it – she would be dead without any of them. Today she gave birth to another angel. And now was the time for final act of magic – to make sure she lived with her forever. She became her angel’s twin. 

This story was inspired by the thought of turning back time for yourself – and this was the best i could think of a reason for doing it.

Inspired from the image at Thursday Tales ,

Also Submitted also to Friday flash 55