Stars Fled from Your Eyes

 

Stars Fled from Your Eyes

 

stars fled from your eyes

and the shadow of death
cast upon your face
on this dark gloomy night
filled with goodbyes
and unending sighs
of a once promising life

stars fled from your eyes
and you stop dreaming
of what could have been’s
and what if’s
a future you may never see
for it has become so bleak
and gloomy

stars fled from your eyes
and it may never come back
unless you take the courage
to speak up
seek for help
and maybe, just maybe
start anew

stars fled from your eyes, but you’re not done yet

 

Things that break on earth don’t reach the clouds above us. Burning villages don’t change the schedule of sunsets. And stars remain stars, no matter how much land we destroy.

But when the sky loses all of its lights and unleashes a thunderstorm, everything drowns.

Erin was a vibrant, happy, and joyful woman. To her many boyfriends, all of whom mistreated her verbally and physically, she was patient. To Sufi, she was a great human being, and an even better friend.

To herself, Erin was unfair.

She grew up believing she only deserved the kind of love that did nothing but hurt her. And Sufi watched her pick partner after partner that mentally burned her out, and repeatedly destroyed her heart.

Still, Erin’s aspirations, inspiration, imagination, wonder, dreams, pursuits, creative brilliance, her magic, remained bright as stars on a cloudless evening, always. Until they didn’t.

Abuse is not at all clear cut. But Sufi remembered with perfect clarity when her best friend lost the sparkle in her eyes.

First, the silence. Even though marrying the love of your life should be a nervous, excited, rambunctious affair.

Then, the realization of her colleagues that Erin was living with a man who was comfortable with sending his wife to work with bruises and a black eye.

And the dark understanding of the weight of Erin having a son, and nowhere to go that felt safe enough to risk her husband following them, and breaking them worse than he would if they stayed put.

Sufi suffered watching her, but all everyone that genuinely loved Erin could do was love her, until she began loving herself enough to see that she too was deserving of better treatment.

It took years, and all their support, and the kind of bravery you only learn while trying to fight through a thunderstorm, but Erin gained the self-respect she needed to leave the one that was drowning her light.

Coming home should be the safest thing we ever do in this life. Where we lay our heads at night should be where monsters will not reach us. And yet, so many find themselves making homes with monsters instead.

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P.S.

More poems and stories of abuse and violence are available in my book “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars”

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Somewhere in Time -poem

Somewhere in Time -poem
Somewhere in between
I cried in pain
I agonized in disdain
I lamented in vain.

Somewhere hereafter
I walk away over
I smile in sober
I yearn to unfetter.

Somewhere thereafter
I will be discharged
I will be freed
I will be liberated.

Until then…
For a moment and now..

Let me soar higher.

 

 
Written for : WHAT DO YOU SEE? JAN/29/2019 byHélène – Willow Poetry

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Dream, Princess -Quadruple Etheree

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Dream, Princess -Quadruple Etheree

Soar,
Higher
Dream bigger
“Go my princess”
My! you love it Dad
Oh gee such a dreamer
Like Ariel, “Little Mermaid”
I frequently lose track of time
Skirrs museums and art galleries
I was a dreamer, back then as a kid

Best,
Always
What i see
To everyone
Sorrounding me
Optimist, you said
Reminds you of Belle from
Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast”
Dad, I was your princess always
Curiosity is innate in me
You applaud me for that, how proud you are.

Dad,
It’s been
Years you’re gone
I remembered
We dream together
To disneyland we go
That didnt happen your gone
“I went Dad, with my princesses”
They too are dreamers, like you and I
We dream, we soar, and we make it happen

Hey,
You know
I almost
Forgot, to say
Pocahontas is
Who i grew up to be
Definetely a dreamer
With great sense of optimism
Empowered, vested and entitled
Has become of me, your little princess.

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Note:

A whimsical etheree in remembrance of our recent trip to disneyland and in honor of “believing in dreams and making it happen”.

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Written for calmkate’s Friday foto fun:  https://aroused.blog/2019/01/18/friday-fun-events/

Hey! -Etheree

Written for: https://mythsofthemirror.com/2019/01/16/iceman-januarys-writingprompt/

Hey!
Say it.
Dont keep it.
What have i done?
Control not yourself,
Loosen up, don’t restraint.
I cant read between the lines.
Tell me, it is breaking my heart;
I know i am damn, i am hurt too.
We’re dying, this air, this space, killing us.

 

Diana, of Myths of the Mirror, has created a new, monthly photo prompt. We are challenged to write something about it. Find out the details, and join in at the above link. Thanks, Diana!

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All Through my Life

I.

Mark my words, these chords I’m playing
All my life, i will be singing
All through sunshines and rains
All through hurts and through pains
My love will keep burning.

Chorus 1.

It’s like a little heaven on earth (2×)
‘Cos it’s like a little heaven on earth
When I’m with you…oooh

II.

I swear this song i will sing forever
As we grow older and wiser
All through the days of my life
All through the moments in strife
My love will be yours ever.

Chorus 2.

It’s like a little heaven on earth (2x)
‘Cos it’s like a little heaven on earth
When I believe in you….oooh

Bridge

Heaven on earth…heaven on earth..
With you….oooh…with you..

 

P.S.

This week’s photo prompt of Helene made me wanna hum a song and strum a guitar. It probably would feel so good singing a song watching those lights up and above in the sky so high, up until they become tiny little stars in heaven from earth. BUT i cannot hum a song nor strum a guitar so a wrote a beautiful song instead which i hope one day i can (or someone can ) can put a melody on it.

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Another Year -poem

Its the January breeze
that reminds me
of a lost love
a lost affection
and a forgotten promise
of forever and always.

Its another year
Without you
Dad..

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P.S.

Happy new year everyone…