Saturday 27 April 2019

Chanting of a broken heart


Chanting of a broken heart

Be prayerful, they told me
Be strong they told me
Be courageous they said..
Kindness doesn’t hurt, that’s what I was brought up with

A lot have been said to me in my life journey,
“There is always light at the end of the tunnel”
I have been a “good” person,
But like they say “Life is not always what you want it to be like”

I gave love to people who never even deserved my Hello
I crossed oceans for people who couldn’t even cross a pond for me
Time wasted on useless people is myriad and can never be returned back
A lot went to waste, feelings, material, thoughts to mention but a few

There came a time when I felt it was pointless to live
Many saw me as a happy person
But deep inside my heart, I was in pain
I prayed for earth to swallow me alive

I provided emotional help to people when I was at my zeros of losing it
Maybe because only my pillow knew my sorrows
Never tasted the perfect life I imagined; from my teen ages
I yearned and hoped for miracles overnight

Does anyone noticed, that it’s mostly the one that are closest to us that shred us into pieces?
Does life have to be always difficult first before you can enjoy a “good” one?
If they say life is about what’s in your mind,
Why would I have a mind that thinks of a better, good and hopeful future but gets the opposite?

Life for me, a roller-coaster

Tuesday 13 January 2015

Deep heart confessions


 The path of Shadow

Deep down my heart

A Strong Black Shadow lies

Within me as death

It cannot go back till-late


All the efforts I’ve made

All the possibilities I’ve thought of

None of them seems to come true

Even in one of my dreams


Years since I was a kid

I’ve thanked God for making it possible

For a unique creature, “ME

With a perfect and a complete mind,

Whole, to be born.


Day by day

Night by night

This shadow still clung inside me

Who will come to remove it out?


Nights come and pass away

Blessed days leave me like smoke going up the sky

Without me unchanged

When will this cease?


No matter how hard I sob,

Ill-regardless of my sad full chanting,

Everything remains the same

Am I worth to be born?


Is this Sadness?

Like a women in labor,

Leading to true happiness?

Even for a single day O’LORD!


I have been

And still I am

Doing righteous things

Envy I hate.

Those whom

Wonderful things I’ve done to

Never thought of thanking

Even my own blood.


Above all

I know my true Savior,

My Redeemer

MY LORD!


HE is the TRUE FATHER

Who will never

Even to test

To make his beloved KID

Living a life of regrets.


A TRUE FATHER!





By: Popawa Kristofina