Breakable

I used to think that the very first ray of light was a great
Mystery, an untold story that I had to seek and unravel
For the day, but these days I awake and drag my weight
Out of bed, the light had long passed, nothing to marvel
But merely the faint hope that I would not be reminded of
My loneliness, these days, the song of birds, the colour
Of summer brings a smile from within my heart and love
Wells within my lungs for an instant and then the pallor
Of days, weeks, months, years, a stupor and a hunger
Fall upon me like a dark cloud, but it never rains, never.

The simple meaning of a melody heard from a distance
Escapes me, and the memories of laughter and tears
From a passionate life has gone so far away, a chance
To escape this prison has passed me by and the years
Have made me fragile, breakable; so my heart is nothing
But a scab, these days, and I could never see the first ray
Of light just as I could never feel the magnificence of living
In paradise, so this is what it’s like, if you ever stood amazed
At the towering waves of the sea and you knew you’d die
This is what it’s like to live with someone you do not love.

Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Monday, March 2, 2015

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