What will I do with this one wild, precious life?

What is it that you plan to do with your one wild and precious life, this quote Brings me to the verge of tears, it’s almost like Ms. Oliver wrote This specific line with my existential quandary in mind I examine my life, ponder deeply, I still cannot find That one thing that I wouldContinue reading “What will I do with this one wild, precious life?”

The rhythm of a poem

Language has a rhythm, words have a flow When you substitute prose with poetry you know The cadence of each syllable, the symmetry of rhyme Words find expression in a manner sublime In a harmonious sequence that mimics Cleverly arranged notes in music With rhythmic brevity, a poem conveys Its message in an oblique, circuitousContinue reading “The rhythm of a poem”

I must not doom-scroll..

I read a post then compulsively scroll Through the comments, go down a rabbit hole Of never-ending fear-mongering and negativity Almost as if under a spell, forgetting my proclivity Towards anxiety as I continue to consume All the toxicity online, through scenarios describing doom Most of the time I am completely unaware Of my self-destructiveContinue reading “I must not doom-scroll..”

The mirror of social media on the wall

I turn this way and that, raise or lower my chin Trying to stand or sit at different angles to appear thin Restrain my natural smile so my teeth do not show Try to get on my face that artificial glow Re-take pictures a few times because I am not Satisfied- I look worse inContinue reading “The mirror of social media on the wall”