The Light That Shone

The light that shone in the darkness.
Kind moment,
Sweet time.
A ray oh hope,
Lost in the dark well.

A time when I had lost all.
A kind smile,
Kindness in return.
A time of a smile, when I lost mine.

A warmth I felt, before losing all.
Feeling alive,
Feeling totally…

The unexpected moment,
From a chance meeting,
Funny chats,
Out of nowhere,
This kindness came.

A light that shone.

Writing this, thinking of a good time, playing badminton with a friend I barely know, was the only light in the darkest of time. Was nice, even as I felt empty over that weekend.

Antithetical Mind

This antithetical mind,
To wait, think,
Listening to the sadness coming out of life.
Listening to that wind as it passes.

A mind in conflict, in wait.
As I move on,
Past my broken selves of the past.
Past the long dark.

In anticipation of the coming day.

My mind,
Disabling in the moment.
A moment that will pass.

The mind, trying through the tired.
Each trial, a scar of the mind.
Stained into memory,
But it all goes on.

Times awaiting,
The move.
The try.
A weight lifted.
Friends by my side.
That peaceful moment. Bliss.
A reminder of the daylight shine,
Despite this antithetical mind.

Had a good day. Some reason just thinking, sometimes, most times, my mind is antithetical to living, it’s just a thing to be weathered. I don’t know why the mind is something that makes living with it harder. Not really but also really at the same time.

Poetry somewhat helps.

I’ve got quite a bit I’m looking forward to, quite a lot. Just need to weather the now for the later.

Kind Words, Troubled Times

Kind words,
Those troubled of times.
The world of confusion and wonder,
Locked out,

Standing here,
Out of place,
Out of time.
Left wondering and thinking.
Those troubled times,
Kind words seek to heal,
But sometimes it isn’t enough.

To breach my heart,
My head, confusion.

Times of much yet nothing.
Nothing to anyone else,
I cling onto these smallest moments,
The good, bad and embarrassing.
The feeling kept,
The moment relived.
My mind replaying.

Troubled minds, with which kind words don’t heal.
They do something,
Stirr up the deep.


Writing this, was just inspired. Someone was in an area that they didn’t know had been booked. They felt so bad for ‘crashing’ and we tried to encourage that it’s no problem. But they made excuses and left. Clearly feeling embarrassed. Wished I could have done more. I know the feeling and could see their embarrassment.

This for me, I know I would have felt bad/embarrassed for at least hours after. I guess for what I had done, even if others said it was fine and if they asked me to stay. It’s happened before.

It’s about kind words, given in troubled times. How words can bring someone back to life, how sometimes it doesn’t but even then, even if unknown it can help.

Don’t obviously mean this is how this person felt, but seeing this inspired me to think. More about me.

Emotional Rupture

A piercing pain,
Intensity unparalleled.
A rupture, my chest, my head.

A simple source,
An unexpected cause.
A poem, song, film or story.

An emotional journey,
Terror, joy, pain and excitement.
Different points, ideas and stories.

Wrecked and pain, a sadness,
So raw, so piercing.
A pain, sadness, not of my own.
Foreign yet also made mine.

The feeling,
A gut feeling,
Mind wrenching.
An emotional rupture.

Been a good productive day, felt a little sad earlier but decided to watch a film. A scene came on and reminded me of the pure raw emotion something so foreign or apart can elicit in you.