Showers of Blessing

Credit: E.N. Photography 

A little note

A little fact for those people reading my poems, I do not write these poems based on myself but rather I write them thinking of the what the other party is feeling, in other words I submerge myself into the feelings of what a person might feel in such situations and I write them.
Hope this helps clarify many things.
Thank You
 XOXO

A Beautiful Ending for a Blessed day

Photo: E.N. Photography

My Saving Grace

Sitting in a cold dark room,
Fighting these inner demons of mine.
The loneliness constantly comes knocking on the door of my soul,
Am shivering even though its not cold.
Weariness slowly creeps on me,
The darkness slowly trying to swallow me whole.
Thoughts of regrets of what should have been constanly keeps playing in my mind,
The desperation of my soul vehemently screams out;
When did I turn out into this person I told myself never to be?
I ate, I slept, I walked about life as a normal person should do but not once have I ever felt alive,
Is it only me who has such feelings or is it with everyone else?
Have I been too blinded for the love of what the world can offer me, but not knowing the difference of what was right or wrong?
When had I lost myself to the world so much that I didn't seem to cherish the most precious relationships in my life, to the extent they have all abandoned me now?

And as I sit in this cold dark room alone,
Fighting these inner demons of mine.
Slowly realising how much I have submerged myself into this so called love,
But never receiving back what I thought except pain and suffering.
As the darkness tries to swallow me,
I close my eyes and flashes of my life plays in my mind;
Death has finally come knocking on my door.
Is this how a life should end?
I close my eyes and I pray,
Seeking my redemption;
For a hand to hold me, guide me and make me feel save,
To show me my way back home;
With arms wide open welcoming me back.
As I open my eyes I have finally found my saving grace.

Reflections of the heart

I took the left turn down the street,
Walked pass the shops were we frequented once;
I looked around and I thought I saw a glimpse of you ,
But soon realise that such a thing would be not true;
I turned around and retrace my steps,
I smile as I passed by that shop we loved;
The stupid memories of me and you unconsciously plays in my head.
I wonder how long has it been since I came here after you left?
The things we did, the things we said is all but a memory now.
I put my headphones on to drown out the noise,
But ended up listening to the songs we both sang out loud;
A smile slowly forms on my lips,
Memories of the sound of our tone deaf voices can still be heard.
We laughed out loud not caring a thing about the world,
Acted like love struck teenagers who have fallen in love for the first time.
Walking hand in hand and making promises for the future,
Making memories that seem to last for a life time.
But when did it start falling apart?
Was it me or was you who didn't know what else to do?
A year has pass and yet I still think of you, of us.
The memories still playing in my head as a broken down record,
As I slowly make my way down the busy street;
Thinking of the memories we shared,
Realising that these are but the reflections of the heart.