Dusk paints the horizon with amethyst hues
chirpy birds flock back to their nests.
In anticipation, I scamper to the fields
to peer across the setting sun,
drenched in impassioned hope
to see my father’s silhouette walking back,
from the war.
I dream of him all the time
lifting me up, in his strong arms,
tickle my funny bone,
regale me with his stories of valor.
But like every other evening, I walk back alone,
I imprison my tears beneath the disguise of fortitude,
so that my defeated eyes never let them out.
People say I am the daughter of a brave soldier!
Sadje’s WDYS #116
The trauma which I had buried deep
mistaking it to be dead,
sadly lay unforgotten, in a slumber
tucked away in a remote corner of my heart.
Shadows eclipsed under the blanket of time emerge,
as ghosts of the past, start to haunt my present.
Wispy fringes of pain gather momentum
inundates my mind with a broody melancholy.
A sense of estrangement overwhelms my being,
conflicting dissonance envelopes my psyche.
Dismantling my marquee of balance,
it holds my sanity to ransom,
driving me to the brink of insanity!
Reena’s exploration challenge #190 : Insanity
Eugi’s weekly prompt : Unforgettable