void in my heart

How can I express the deep void in my heart?
explain to someone that my mother, my best friend is beyond my sight?
In my sadness, I am reminded of your spirit, determination and courage.
Where do I go from here without your light, your fountain of wisdom?
You’ve been separated from us so soon and my bitterness is palatable.
Wishing there was a way my love could have saved you ,
Yet, the Almighty wanted to grant you peace and called you to His resting place.
It is not goodbye, never was
I’ll wait until the day I can see you again and say thank you; I love you.
The moments we shared can never be replaced nor erased.
They will be fondly remembered.
You had great strength and wisdom; I always knew I could draw from your strength. It gave me courage to take risks, experience life and weather through life's storms.
Although you are sorely missed.. Please be free to enjoy all the wonders laid before you....
May I find a way to shine as radiantly as you.

NATURE (continued)

My heart is in the blowing of the quiet serene breeze
My life is in the moon and stars, they changing constantly
The sun dictates my energies, the light that shines through me
And I am one with earth and sky
And it is one with me

A child of earth and sky I am
Its everything in me

Surrender

I never meant to surrender myself to you,
To let you in,
Mesmerising voice , captivated me
Lulling me into a whirlwind of events,
I came forth to you,
Tried to provide you with solace from life and this earth,
But you were never satisfied,
Never fulfilled by all I had to offer,
Always prowling , searching for more
But you never found it,
Yet I remained worthless in your eyes,
So I ran,
Ran from myself and from you
Ran to a place where those feelings of worthlessness could not find me,
I hid ,
Hid from all that I could not provide you and all that I failed to give,
Feeling that by running and hiding I would never have to face my feelings of my heart ,
that i would never have to face my feelings for you....

NATURE

Gushing of the water beneath my feet,
As I go on journey to Mother Nature meet,
I feel the spirits linger on the sky its open sheet,
Calling me to yonder, I finally find my beat.
Children of this earth ground beneath me,
Why is it we never see the beauty of the wind?

EASY

Dedicated to those who have loved, been hurt and lost
Written for a dear friend who experienced the pains of love

I never assumed that I would hear those fatal words brush off your lips,
My suggestions were merely ways of me protecting myself,
You took full advantage
Projected your thoughts and intertwined them with mine
Making it seem as if it was my idea
When you secretly advocated it

You were too scared to hurt me
So you allowed me to hurt myself
You told me that you support my wishes and that you agree
But for you it only meant an easy way out of any further complications
Any obligations

Your freedom from me meant more than your love
That hurt
Hurt to know that I was another thorn in your side
You spur yourself under the guise of friendship
And attempt to look like a martyr

You gave me up
Because it was easy

Dearest Daddy

The days of March brings back recollections..
Of how so suddenly you left this earthly realm
We tried to prolong your stay with us but it was not in our hands because your arrival had already been scheduled.

It was never easy...Letting you go.

You left... We stayed
Only memories remained

In each moment and every event your absence lingers

However I try to remain grateful
For the times shared and experienced

May your teachings of love and life be my guidance
And although time has passed you remain embedded in heart and mind

The Absent Teacher

Years of silence has alluded to spaces of nothingness,
Our sense of where our lifes different courses has plotted us,
and whom we now look back to in the mirror remains a mystery...
Our past lingers, forges ties within our memory
Embedds itself within our future,
Unknowingly...

Mostly I write to pay tribute to my absent teacher,
The book,
your words,
the one you left behind - my guide
The first feeling of euphoria: that those words that come from me evolves into poetry.

Catalysts of inspiration,
Graciously annoints me,
Through your words, I found mine.