via Daily Prompt: Instinct
I don’t share my grief with people.
Call it instinct. Or call it pride.
Show of sympathy by others when I’m grieving is just that – a show. “I understand what you’ve been through…” No, you don’t. You are just trying to make me feel better, which I appreciate, but the words you speak are as genuine as Donald Trump’s tan.
When I’m grieving, leave me to myself. If you want to help, make a cup of tea.
Don’t give me the “There is a life after death”, “It was meant to be” bullshit. Please.
I may not be an adult, but that doesn’t mean you need to dumb down serious things like death for me. If it hurts, it hurts. No two ways about it.
I like my tablets like I like my words – without sugarcoating.
That’s pretty deep.
Because it’s not the fall that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people, you should know that, it’s not the fall, it’s never the fall. It’s the landing!
– Jim Moriarty from Sherlock
She thought it was flight,
So she flew with delight.
But she soon lost sight
And fell into the night.
Slowly, the rancid smell
Crept up her nose.
Slowly, the claustrophobia,
Swallowed her soul.
With fear in her eyes
And pain in her voice,
She was too late to realise
That she had landed in her pit of lies.
Shaky, unclear, hazy
Memories of what I’ve been.
A little stupid, a little crazy,
The things that I’ve heard and seen.
A small ripple will set them off
Like a bottled up volcano.
But the pain can’t be even reduced by half,
Of the things that I’ve been before.
So as I look at my reflection,
Smiling sadly with her sorrowful eyes,
That girl inside me decides tor run,
Looking for some respite.
Unsure, but confident
That truthfully telling lies,
Will somehow make me not repent
Fleeing from this world of cowardice.
For Poetry 101 Rehab: Reflections
Chocolates, cakes, and candies,
Are bitter in front of your friends’
Sugar-coated lies that never fail
To charm you.
Really, is sugar that important
To you in life?
Doesn’t it cause decay and rot,
In its wake?
A bit of bitterness
Won’t harm you.
Rather, it will help you see,
The harsh reality of life.
So come on, wake up,
Chuck your sugars out of the window,
For sometimes, it is better to be bitter,
Than regret for believing in sugary lies.
In response to Mara Eastern’s sweet Poetry 101 Rehab.
Lie over lie,
Comes from my mouth,
When I’m confronted,
For the hundredth time.
Hiding the truth,
From myself and the world,
Hasn’t been easy.
How long will this go on?
How many more years?
When will I find the courage,
To face myself?
Being truthful is the only option,
So I’m breaking the habitual
Inspired by Breaking The Habit by Linkin Park.
Why don’t you join Mara Eastern’s awesome Poetry 101 Rehab too?