#63. Death in Heartbreak.

Someday soon, I’ll look at life in blissful wonder anew.

Till then, I’ll look at the outside world and wonder if it knew

that my heart, in stealth was killed, – I am here but not quite here.

Stripped of love, slowly fading away, ’til finally, I fear I may disappear.

#25. Today, I Will Not Bow (Version I).

Listen to the revised AUDIO version of the poem here.

Day 9. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

There are many days yet ahead for bowing

Many days gone past for crying

But not today, today, I will not bow

Today, I shall be born and my mother will not weep

When she beholds the folds between my thighs

And my father will not stare at her with accusing eyes

Yes, today, my father will not hiss out loud;