Breathe, Breathe

 

Breathe, breathe,

Behold up to the sky and see the birds swaying in the air,

 Catch the sight of the dead leaves; descended obeying the gravity.

Listen to the wind collided on each other and bump unto your lifeless body,

See the flowers blossom with colours and happiness.

Feel the sun cuddled your skin with its warm embrace,

Close your eyes and see the beauty in your mind.

 

Breathe, breathe,

Set your foot onto the ground and move a step ahead,

Renounce the bitter past that squeezed your existence since 2008.

Conceal the twelve years of the ghastly chapter with a new canvas.

Grab the brush and dance with the colours of your choice.

Hang it on the barricade and be the evidence of your lifted spirit.

Let go of the emptiness and start breaking the wall of obscurity.

 

Breathe the air of contentment, smell the scent of delight,

Feel the light of ecstasy and taste the words of joy.

Grieve no more. Endure no more.

It is your number. It is time to perform and sparkle.

Tell your soul that everything will be all right.

It will be all right.

By Sam Delilah

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ShaDe: I Am Number Four

I grew up without a person to talk to.

My secrets stay with me. 

There's no one to turn to when my mind was filled with so much painful thought.

Everyday, I walk with stronger feet. 

Hoping that all burden will be washed away. 

And my mind would be free from those lousy screaming.

There's always a time when I feel the need to have a confidante.

To speak all the words that has been trapped under this throat. 

A shoulder to cry on, 

Hands to wipe every drop of my tears,

An advice that makes me smile, 

And be happy for a while. 

I've been looking for a way to stop feeling sorry for myself. 

But I end up crying in my sleep.

So I took a simple leap,

Running and jumping on my hip.

Avoiding all those flips.

I'm still here, alive.

Standing and making decisions on my own,

Escaping from all the lighted path that I need.

Jealous, is a word I could hear from my tongue.

I am jealous of the hugs they gave to the dogs and puppies 

While my heart is full of cuts.

I am jealous of the chokers they put on the kitties necks 

While I'm wearing all these invisible bruises.

These running blood means nothing.

And being a number four is so tiring.

©shadelight.blogspot.com (2020)

ShaDe: Unfavorable Weekend

Friday night got me an unending illusion,

You and me drinking wine on the bed of roses. 

Saturday is when the flowers aren't blooming,

Without you the cups are empty and the plates are tidy. 

On Sunday, it's a lonely sign and a gloomy bow.

I talked to God. 

Why does this hurt me so much?

And the weekend goes over and over again

Without me moving on.

©shadeylight.blogspot.com