Friday, December 30, 2011

THE SYMBOL

I wear the symbol of our love,
It connects us heart to heart,
It is a constant reminder of our journey
From what we were to who we are now,
Every time I look at it
Every time I wear it
It speaks volumes.
I do not have to state my position
You did that a long time ago
Without it I am lost
Alone and vulnerable
With it I am protected
I am bound
It is a reminder of the promise
It is a reminder of the love shared
It is a reminder of the tears shed
The pain felt
The lonely days and nights
It brings us a step closer
Closer to what we are
Closer to the future
It keeps us close.
When the future becomes the present
It will move to the beat of my heart
I will take it to the grave
When my heart stops beating

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

TOTALLY MIXED!

My emotions are everywhere.
They are a mixture
Anger, disappointment, disbelief
I don’t know where to start or how to start getting them together.
It is like someone cast a spell.
It feels like last year all over again
The chill, goose bumps, the dread
How will I explain?
Where do I start?
I made so many plans
I looked forward to so much
All that was shattered this afternoon
My heart chooses to deny it
My mind keeps trying to drag me into reality
I will be a better person
I try to hold my tears
I am trying to be the bigger person
Geez, tell me if you were in my situation
What would you do?
I can’t get myself to tell her
I just can’t
I know she will be elated
Pointing the finger and giving the look of “I told you so”
I so know she will
I can almost see her expression
Hear her words
“What did I say?”
“You know I am always right?”
“When will you learn to listen to me?”
“If you had done things as per my instructions, this would not be happening”
It is like someone is pulling the strings in my life.
I have asked myself over and over and over again
Why does this have to happen to me?
Why do I always have to be the one disappointed?
When will all this end?
Can’t I be happy?
For once in my life I deserve a little happiness.
Honestly, this is how I feel and more.

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection