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Uninvited…

I saw it coming.

I grudgingly said hello.

I allowed it to simmer and linger.

Depression.

That uninvited guest.

Comes to spend the night on your couch,

and ends up

staying for weeks on end

in your room and bathrobe.

I have my episodes, like I did this past week and a lot of times they are triggered by very innocuous, mundane things. such as a break in my rituals.

Sometimes, I can’t even put a finger on the precise point of trigger, or even encapsulate my emotions properly in words. What I do know, however, is that as hard as it may be to get out of that bed and bathrobe and face your day, for those of us who go through these down times, it’s very important to focus on daily pick-me-up rituals. They have a way of keeping you grounded.

 

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Visions…

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I want to walk the earth,
to capture its vision
through the lens of my eyes

maybe many memories
will be framed
to hang on the wall

but most importantly,
are those memories made
and stored in my mind’s eye.

© 2018 Jacqueline

 

Peeking Into The Future…

Do you often wish,

that the future ahead,

you could surely foretell;

knowing every step?

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I stare at the tea leaves

willing it to reveal its secrets, 

I swirl my cup gingerly

but nothing comes up.

I am not a psychic

waiting on tea leaves to tell secrets,

I possess no crystal ball

to peek and tell the future.

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What would life be

if everything is known?

For the fun of living

is to unwrap each day.

©

2018 Jacqueline

Let me ask a pertinent question, have you ever had your tea leaves or coffee grounds read for you? I am curious.

Travesty…

when leaders stole a Nation
from under its feet
they said it would make us great
like we have never known before

but we sat down
and we drank wine
forgetting to weep in our cups
and mourn our loss

they sold our land
for shillings for their pockets
heritage given to men
who held them by the balls

bereft, we are left adrift
‘cos travesty besieges us;
for we were sold falsehood
and promises that leak like a basket

© 2018 Jacqueline

Her Butterflies…

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Her first love,
he gave her a butterfly,
a beautiful, iridescent thing
stuck in a jam jar

Her second love,
he took away the butterfly,
sold it for a nickel,
and left her a fist in the face

Her third love,
he gave her many butterflies
etched in pretty coloured ink,
they lived free on her backside.

©

Jacqueline

I Searched…

None of us is shallow. Many have simply not learnt how to use their shovel. Jacqueline

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I searched for upliftment outside
I saw bits and pieces of it
I saw greedy people grabbing
and holding on to more than they needed

I searched for upliftment within
I saw a bottomless portion
I saw gifts that keep giving
that can be shared with everyone else.

©

Jacqueline

 

Hold It…

Dew Drop

hold each day

like a tiny precious dew-drop of water,

gathered on the tip of a petal,

admire her round shape,

for once she rolls into the dust

its gone and indeed lost.

hold each day

by its precious graceful moments,

savour each hour,

never let it go sour,

for once you let moments escape

time lost can’t be caught in videotape

©

Jacqueline