Sacrifice

I think of the pain in the world today.

Somewhere, an animal is afraid.

Its eyes wide, its breath shallow, its fate sealed by hands it cannot escape.

I cannot see it.

I feel it.

And though I cannot stop every blade,

I will not close my heart.

Let this ache in my chest not drown me, but deepen me.

Let me not be paralysed by what I cannot fix, but be guided by what I can love.

Today, I hold my dogs close — their warmth, their trust, their unspoken joy.

And I send that love outward.

I am not a saint.

I am not without contradictions.

I light a quiet candle in my heart.

Not one of outrage,

but of feeling.

What Tomorrow?

I don’t know what tomorrow’s going to bring—
We make our plans, but they don’t always stick.
Life shifts the rules with barely any warning,
And things can go to hell real bloody quick.

I spoke to my sister of future affairs—
Who gets what, and where the lines are drawn.
But truly, who can say what’s fair or final
When fate might toss it all before the dawn?

Friendships I swore would last have cracked and faded,
Lovers I trusted left me worse than bare.
There’s no way to foresee the next betrayal—
Who’ll walk away, and who’ll pretend to care.

So here I sit and write upon the loo,
Aware no school will teach this sombre verse.
Yet if I sleep tonight and don’t awaken—
This poem won’t even earn a second curse.

As Time Takes Me

I sit and stare at my phone.
Images swipe past, as do voices.
They all tell me stories;
They all give me choices.

But I’m surfeited with life and death.
And can’t truly tell what seems better.
I must have handed this decision
To a love who loved in some love letter.

Now things aren’t clear as I stare.
I can’t think of a tomorrow.
Then may be smiles I can’t see,
Now is just a tsunami of sorrow.

So perhaps, as the summer wanes
And blistering heat turns into rain,
I might choose a brand new story,
As time helps me live beyond the pain.