Just because one remains idle in the midst of chaos
Doesn’t mean that the chaos doesn’t resonate from within.
Sometimes the only defense mechanism one can handle,
To process what should not be
Is to sit perfectly still in silence
Waiting to be free.
Inspiration: In Dubious Battle by John Steinbeck
Whenever some one say forever,
I say never.
I can’t bear the promises,
The grief,
The love,
The words,
The hatred,
The jealousy,
The pessimism,
The trauma,
For not even now-
Then how forever!
Forever for me has never been anything,
But the moment which is now.
I don’t want to see the future.
I don’t want anything to know how it would be.
I care for what had happened.
I care for what is happening.
Nothing stays forever-
You know that,
I know that.
Please-
Don’t say forever,
Because I would say never ever.
Who cares-
For the trauma I deal with everyday
Who cares-
For the pain I bear every moment
Who cares-
For the love for myself I did lose
Who cares-
For what I have become?
No one, not even me
That is the biggest irony.
A ‘Who cares?’ painting by artist Lucy Burscough.
“Madeleine”, 2005.
