Tuesday, June 21, 2011


We don’t talk as much anymore
You walk into the room
Take one look at me
My blood freezes in its veins
My heart stops beating
For a minute I don’t breathe
I start to shiver
It feels like I just went to Siberia and returned
You change clothes
Change wallets
Walk out of the room
You take a side glance
No words can explain how I feel
I bow my head in shame
Like I did something wrong
You take one last look
My eyes plead and apologize
What I wouldn’t give to hear your voice
Just to hear the one line that drives me crazy
Even if we have to pick fights
At least I will hear your voice
Maybe I will hear
Maybe I will feel your love
But instead
I feel you’re the hate you feel
Did you say something?
I could have sworn you did
It was just the silence playing tricks on me.

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Watching you watch me walk away,
Tears my heart to pieces
The time that you plead
Come up with so many reasons
Excuses and look so helpless
Slices my heart to pieces
The tears run down your face
As you ask why
Why mummy why?
Please stay don’t go
I will be a good girl
Go to sleep early
Finish my dinner
Brush my teeth
And wear a sweater
I promise Mummy
Please stay Please Mummy Please…
I get down on my knees
Look you in the eye
I try to explain
The words fail to come out
Where do I start?
How do I explain to a four year old
That I have to go to work
Cause bills need to be paid
You need to be educated, clothed and save for a rainy day
Mummy has to do all this
Daddy isn’t there
I am your provider.
I look her in the eye
Wipe her tears
Take her head in my hands
Hug her, kiss her
Tell her I love her
I will be back in the morning
Make her promise she will be a good girl
I listen to her sniffles
As she tries to be a big girl
Holds her tears
As she says goodbye
I look back
She waves through the window
The look on her face is killing me
For a moment I think of turning back
Get a grip of myself and go to work.
I never tell her goodbye
Least it be my last
I always say
See you later angel
Be mummy’s big beautiful girl
Just before her bedtime
I call to kiss her goodnight
Promise I will be there when she wakes up.
Mummy loves you
One day I won’t have to go to work
But that remains just a one day…..

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Thursday, June 9, 2011


When you speak your mind
It hurts
When you don’t
It hurts
You are torn apart
Every fiber of your being is going crazy
To the world
You look great
You laugh
You smile
Maybe crack a joke or two
Some say you look so happy
You acknowledge
If they knew
You are dying inside
You are bound
You can’t talk
Least you sound childish
It kills you
Slowly, gradually
You die a little bit each day
Until that day
You crack
Say something rush
To the one you love
You hear the frustration in their voice
It is not the first time
You have done this
They close the door
You are left alone in the cold
Shocked and ashamed
There is nothing you can do
To turn back the time
Take back that word
It was mean and nasty
Didn’t have to be said
You apologize
End up begging and look desperate.
How do I start?
To tell you where the pain is
How do I tell you?
What is hurting me
Where do I start
It will take a day maybe more
So I choose not to burden you
Call it pride
Last I want is to become a burden
And later a pain
This is not an excuse
Neither am I looking for sympathy
I am trying not to be rush.

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection