Myra needs no introduction. I call her the 21st century poet because her poems relate to our everyday struggles. Her previous works speak for themselves: Dear Heart, I am Woman and Drowning, so I’ll just leave this here.
Clap for her as she enters.
Like nothing else
It’s all too surreal,
Knowing that you have to pick yourself up again.
We let people in
And we trust
And we let the walls come down
The purest form of vulnerability.
Giving ourselves to love
To risk our hearts
We chance upon the love
In the hopes of reaping fruit.
But then something happens
The most abrupt of change
That in that moment you miss it.
But after the fact
You understand there is no going back from it
Where hope dies
How can love thrive?
Too many cons
And not enough pros
A decision must be made
In that most defining moment.
Those within and without our control
They matter not.
You must wake up and smell the coffee.
That love withers
And the opposite of love is not hate but indifference
You must stave off possible resentment
Salvage your wounded pride.
Walking away might just trump trying harder.
When you’re more in love with memories than the person in front of you.
But what happens when your walk in incentive for them to follow?
We’re not all gifted in giving up
It’s a mean feat
And yet we must,
For the future reigns supreme.
Not necessarily to join
Maybe as a mere bypass
Who really knows, huh?
P.S: I know you’re all busy people; in this economy you can’t afford not to. So I, the sweet charming thoughtful Simon, made work easier for all of us with that small ‘Love’ icon you see at the top of this article. When you’re too busy or zonked to leave a comment, just click on it.