The void I know is as cold as an ice cube,
As dark as pitch,
Nothing in it is beautiful.
But, I accept it such as it is,
It accepts me such as I am.
It’s the past that I haven’t lived,
It’s the future that hasn’t yet arrived.
If it’s neither the past nor the future,
It can only be the present.
Is it a present filled with poisoned gifts?
Or
Perhaps is it a kiss that is not innocent?
I take a deep breath in and calm my mind,
I close my eyes, as though to escape time.
I start counting one, two, three...
I open my eyes again and, I see the void smiling.
At last, all makes sense:
The void, after our long-lasting familiarity,
Has now become my good friend
Never concealing its own peculiarity!!!
Never concealing its own peculiarity!!!
great reflections on something we all face!
ReplyDeleteutterly beautiful, Ms Belita !!!
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Extremely well-written, Belita!! Such depth in thought and word.
ReplyDeleteYour void disappeas into infinity and your poem is perfect in its description of a void.
ReplyDeleteyour void moves to a happy place...excellent!
ReplyDeleteI was wondering what avoid was , thank you very much enlighting me .
ReplyDeleteThanks to all of you for the kind visit and words dropped.
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