poem – Page 3 – Wolverine Lily

The Fiery Eyes Piercing the Night

I know why you left me, Mom.
I didn’t understand it then. How could I?
I was so young, a fragile leaf
tossed in a hurricane.

I still remember you standing
in that dim hallway,
determined to leave.
I heard the hollow echo as you opened the door,
but before it slammed shut,
the Beast crept in,
filling the emptiness with shadows.

That night, sleep eluded me.
I imagined you soaring through the sky,
chasing your freedom
like a ravenous bird after its prey.
Trapped in the darkness, I cried,
motionless, a girl clenching her fists.
The Beast watched me;
its big, fiery eyes piercing the night.
I was terrified.
But nobody was there to witness my horror.

For years, I begged you to come back,
but you never did;
and I never tamed the Beast.
It lingered, a constant reminder
of the void you left behind.

Three decades have passed,
and the Beast still remains.
I’ve grown used to its presence,
accepting that I can’t fight it.
I’ve built walls around myself,
so tall that only God in Heaven can see the true reflection of me.

But one day, someone will come,
and the Beast will be gone.
My heart knows it,
awaiting the day of liberation.

I’m no longer angry at you.
I’ve come to understand your struggle,
though I never heard you say plainly, “I love you.”
Maybe you never did.
You must have had your reasons.

But I can’t carry your pain for you anymore.
It crushes me.
I need to let it go.

Nevertheless, I love you. I always have.
My heart’s been beating with so much love
that I can’t feel otherwise.
I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy,
but it’s time for me to find my own peace.

Dancing to Pluvial Symphony

In the hush of falling rain, I find my peace,
A gentle rhythm that makes life’s chaos cease.
While others scurry, seeking shelter from the storm,
I embrace the rain, with its touch of calm.

I love raindrops kissing my hair and face,
Falling softly with such grace.
With my eyes closed, I listen to nature’s song,
A pluvial symphony—a magical place where I belong.

I reminisce, at sixteen, my transcendent stroll,
Barefoot and alone on a countryside roll.
Shoes in hand, black mini-skirt on,
Singing in the rain, for hours till dawn.

Skipping uphill as the rain runoff drenched my feet,
Still blithe in a joyful dance to a rhythmic beat.
Soaking wet, yet feeling no cold,
Just the playful splash—a secret for decades untold.

So let the rain fall, let it pour,
For in its harmony, my spirit soars!
While others panic, fear its might,
I find my solace in the rainy night.

A Fading Heartbeat

I can no longer stay,
For my heart’s simplest needs—
A touch,
or warm affection—
Are blighted by your frigid indifference.

Like a leaf wilting in the frost,
I am filled with despair,
Lost in the shadow of your frivolous desires.

In this house,
I’m invisible,
A ghost imprisoned within these walls,
My voice echoes in silence, unheard.

I only serve—
But the slightest hint of love and affection
is elusive and distant
for years.

Yet my heart still beats faintly,
Nurturing a fragile seed of hope
For someone,
A flickering ember in the dark,
A touch to reignite its fire,
A whisper to breathe life into its purpose,
And fulfill its deepest yearning.

Other Blue

My favorite color is Blue,
Yet not any shade of blue,

It resembles the color of the serene ocean on a sunny day,
Though not as deep in its display.

It’s closer to Caribbean waters,
Yet with fewer green undertones.

I’m particular about this Blue,
Exceptional and pure,
It’s my favorite and beloved hue!
Though, it’s my Blue!

Your eyes aren’t blue.
Thank goodness, for fewer reminders of you!

Yet, they are amazing.
I secretly long to see them again,
I’d look a little longer if you’d let me.

Since you’ve been gone, I feel blue;
But not like my beloved blue,
It’s more akin to navy blue.
A dark, cold, and lonely hue.

Torn on the inside, I gaze at the sky,
Where wispy clouds glide against its blue,
Drifting through an imperfect, yet tranquil hue.

I miss you.

Mother’s Parachute

Children are like vast parachutes,
Tethered to a mother’s back.
They tug with mighty force,
Holding her back,
Preventing her from chasing her dreams.

It’s disheartening to watch others—
Fulfilling dreams,
Finding success—
While we, as mothers,
Remain stagnant,
Silent.
Our hearts screaming within,
Ripping to break free.

Despite the relentless pullbacks,
Keep moving forward—
Step by steady step,
No matter how slow the climb.

One day, the winds will shift.
The parachute will sway,
Its once-heavy weight
Will become your wings,
Lifting you forward, upward—
Like a tornado claiming the sky.

You’ll soar higher than ever before,
Grasping dreams you once thought lost.

So don’t surrender.
Stay focused.
Let resistance guide your rise.

Where is Home?

I like to soak my feet in warm sand,
But I miss the soft grass.

I like the sun’s passionate kisses on my skin in the summer,
But I miss the rain.

I like to climb steep mountains,
But I miss biking on smooth rustic roads.

I’m mesmerized by a spellbound ocean,
But I miss the lake.

I yearn for feathery snow and frosty flowers on a Christmas morning window,
But I dislike the cold.

I miss the scent of pines, rustling leaves, symphonies of the birds, and glowing campfires,
But I do not miss the fucking mosquitoes!
These vicious, blood-sucking creatures kill all the fun, yet make it unforgettable!

I miss home…
But where is home?

Home is where my heart beats in sync with yours,
In the whispers of the wind, I seek your name.

Where are you?