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New Year, Same Old Me

New Year, old self

same eyes of brown…so brown it drowns the sorrow

and only amazement and light is shown

 

New clothes, old body

fashioned in such a way that slimming is not an option

but happy to be healthy

 

New earrings, old skin

not as tight as it used to be

but I wouldn’t change it for another

 

So many things new, material things they are

not as important as staying true

to ones self

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This New Year

she looked at me with sad eyes – they were puffy from crying

it’s one of those sad days when you just want to escape – feel like flying

away, just far away from here

far away from this daunting fear

yet reality was there in front of me

we were imprisoned and I wanted to be set free

I wanted to see her dance and sing

oh! the joy that it used to bring

I pictured enjoying the new year, with her and the family

us sitting at the table, eating happily

yet here we are with the news we dreaded

we all knew where this was headed

like every hurdle, we’ll get through this, I know

it’s just I feel like breaking sometimes — my smile is just for show

I’m doing this all for her, I need to stay strong

and one day, she’ll be able to sing that familiar song