Boat on land (by Malicia)
Menopause is a horrible reminder of a bumpy ride and waterless boat ride.
High heels, skirt suit, high rise apartment,
university freshmen dreams.
Loans, bills, car mortgage payments,
Dirty diapers, stains,
mother’s real world.
There is nothing greater than a breathing you,
able to watch the sun open up its arms to greet you.
Even when all you want is to crawl back in bed,
it still find a way to sneak up on you.
Screaming with its blinding flashes,
“being alive is the greatest gift!”
So be the best you.
Life in the fast lane,
blinds me from seeing the beauty around I.
Slow down mummy, you always say,
a moment gone, is lost forever.
Stone covered hall, with cathedral ceiling and oversized arched door.
Its newly varnished maple wood table, crystal wine glasses and star like chandelier.
All a reminiscent of a castle or old church nonetheless.
It is all part of a grand lavish semblance,
so even the mediocre served here would be deemed supreme.
“This is an out of body experience. Your car is at bottom of the river. It was foolish to drive over the shallow flooded bridge. There is no point crying over it now. It’s time to let go.” said the Death Messenger.
If you’re my tragedy,
then why are you my remedy?
If you’re my insanity,
then why are you my clarity?
If you’re my enemy,
then why are you my ally?
If you’re my hostility,
then why you my harmony?
If you’re my discord,
then why are you my concord?
If you’re my turbulence,
then why are you my calmness?