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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
The silence in her life
rang like a loud bell
she wanted no one to hear.
The raging loneliness
sank into her bones
solace became one with her
she no longer knew
how not to be alone
The need to end her pain
beckoned in a beguiling manner
to succumb; an option she pondered.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha 2022
To anyone suffering. Please Speak Out & Reach Out! Don’t Die In Silence.
Divine is the sound of silence
actively, I seek solitude
to hear myself think.
©
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Nature unveils its’ beauty secrets
even the burning sun
can’t stop the darling buds.
She yearned secretly for him
her passionate desire
hidden and smouldering in silence
Better burn it all
lest the secret leaks,
it’s knowledge destroying many.
ξ
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge – Secret & Burn
“In the mirror is where we find a reflection of our appearances, but in the heart is where we find the reflection of our soul.” unknown
“Honest self reflection opens your mind to reprogramming change, success and freedom.” Trudy Vesotsky
You must keep striving to be the reflection of all the goodness that surrounds you and all that you wish to receive; love, truth, honesty…. Jacqueline
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Each morning I enter the lift to my office, sometimes it’s filled to the brim with humans, sometimes just a few of us, but the common thing is the stifling silence in the little space that you can almost slice its thickness.
I always wonder why this peculiar silence happens in lifts and I always pointedly say hello, to break it.
However, the thing that interests me most on my ride in this particular lift is the reflection of people in the mirror that runs right round.
The mirrors multiply the reflections to infinity. You see an endless replication of a person and this phenomenon simply fascinates me.
It makes me feel as if I’m watching The Matrix.
Below is my first Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.
“Sometimes I like to be left alone.Not because I’m angry, not because I’m sad, simply because I need solitude.”Brigitte Nicole
Sometimes, you just want that solace that can be found in the silence of being alone.
You want it, just to be quiet, to mull things over and to hear clearly.
Silence is golden when savoured and solitude is not loneliness.
Below is my first Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.
Never leave me lonely
With words left unsaid
You walk away into the dark
Like a mist, that melts away.
Our nerves are stretched and frayed
And yes, we champ at our bits by it all
At the spate of hateful and violent attacks
Rocking the World to minutes of silence
…and viral hashtags
How can we condone this?
How can we continue like this?
What kind of horrible lives these people must live.
To harbour souls so embittered?
…and nerves made of steel.
Complete sensitivity is lost to other peoples’ lives
There are hardly words to explain such horror
And the damage that hate can do
As yet again, we are shocked from lulled senses
…and all I ask is when? When will it come to an end?
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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