“Free”

The words I utter cannot be comprehended,

My thoughts can never be articulated,

The only ones that understand me

Are those of the same stature.

Captured.

Terror struck hearts.

Cries of agony ignored.

We only see the bars that ensnare us.

We hear them communicate,

While we seek escape.

The barred walls are carried,

Stored in a vessel amongst others.

Our obsolete future looming over us.

Our cries remain unheeded.

The vessel is opened.

The cries turn to whimpers.

The light shines through.

Sounds and smells from a distant memory haunt us with whispers-

Of a past or a fantastical dream.

We’re finally “free”.

But we live in constant fear.

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Pseudo Fear

Sitting in darkness-

Her heart was heavy.

Clouded with an unawareness-

She was consumed by self-pity.

Something was going to devour her-

In it’s fearsome way.

What was happening to her centre?

This feeling would not go away.

She sat down-

Listening to the the rhythm of her heart,

It’s beats intensifying in speed and sound.

Aggressively tearing her apart,

Within her, the feeling was breeding.

Spreading it’s branches-

It was agonising.

The feeling was making it’s advances.

She wanted to flee from her fears-

But all she could do was expel her tears.

A light dimmed inside her,

As it dawned on her that she had no one.

No one to talk to.

No one to share her pseudo fears with.

No one to cry to.

She realised

That there was no point.

Here I Stand

I stand in a field,

Surrounded by hundreds of my kin.

Brightly coloured and beautiful-

I attract the birds, the bees, and insects of all kinds.

The aroma I exude-

Draws many living things toward me, as they try to unwind.

Storms come and go-

Yet, here I stand, with my brothers and sisters,

Unharmed and unaffected.

Four-legged creatures, with vicious demeanours come and go-

Yet, here I stand, with my brothers and sisters,

Untouched and unmoved.

Days go by,

I grow,

I stand erect.

Nothing can ruin me.

Nothing can bring me harm.

I am immortal.

A two-legged creature wanders into the field.

All around me I see my brothers and sisters cower.

In an effort to hide and remain unseen-

They attempt to furl themselves, unnatural for a flower.

I stand tall in my place,

Ensuring them that nothing can harm us,

Not a living creature.

The two-legged being bends down-

Grabbing me by my lean stalk.

Terror runs through every molecule of my being,

Never have I been held like that.

I look around, as death tries to smother me.

Before I am able to warn my kin,

I ceased to exist.

Fear

The fear of what lies beyond this world-
That, is the greatest fear of all.
It is the one that inspire people to live,
To continue living,
And, to do what we can to stay alive.

An unknown force drives us to do something.

It could either be fate, or faith that pushes us.

It could even be love, or hope that does it.

Or it could be fear that does the job.
The fear of doing wrong-

Pushes people to do the right thing.

The fear of disappointment-

Encourages people to work harder than ever.

The fear of losing someone-

Prompts people to do things they never imagined they could.

Fear also makes people cheat, and lie. 

The fear of getting caught doing something wrong-

Compel people to lie about it.

The fear of facing consequences-

Provoke people to cheat their way through life.
The fear of what lies beyond this world-

That, is the greatest fear of all.

It is the one that inspire people to live,

To continue living,

And, to do what we can to stay alive. 

Something Lost

To lose something irreplaceable-
Is to lose a piece of your being.
This something, which has been with you all your life,
Is suddenly wrenched away, by unseen hands.
And life comes to a halt.

To lose something irreplaceable-

Is to lose a piece of your being.

This something, which has been with you all your life,

Is suddenly wrenched away, by unseen hands.

And life comes to a halt.
Never before has it occurred to you,

That this thing-

This thing you’re so attached to-

Could one day be lost forever.

Life goes on without it,

But something seems to be amiss.

So a quest for a replacement commences.

Something akin to it is found.

But, no voids have been filled.

The voids have merely been covered up

With fragments that easily come undone.
The search is continued in vain,

With an unrelenting hope

That the void inside you

Will cease to exist.

Unknowingly and unaware of it,

Life without the thing, seems easier.

Life continues.

And Hope navigates you through it.