Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Apology of a Strong Woman!

Do not think
I am too proud,
And too strong,
And too dry,
To ever cry.
Oh, you, for sure
Are mistaken,
That I do not weep.
I do, As Jesus did.
But only after
The corpse is cremated.
The visitors well fed,
Have left.
Only when,
The house is silent,
Empty and clean again.
I weep, alone.
For all the deaths
within and with-out.
Of innocence and smiles,
Of playful giggles and pure images,
Of fake loves and real losses
Of things near and far away.
And offer it to
Gods above,
as my true earning
My true offering.

1 comment:

  1. Flowing through the stream of its poetic expressions, I enjoyed viewing my defenseless entity breaking at those curves and turns to leave only some newer revelations of why the journey was for…