Part II: Now
I am melody,
I am silence,
My glances can be sweet,
My walk can be violence.
I am glitter,
I am wounds,
I can taste bitter,
And at times, can soothe.
I am nascent,
I am weary,
Often complacent,
Yet climbing up, up, up…
I can be the shiniest star in the sky,
Or the bottom of the deep black sea,
I can make you ask God why,
You will find no other like me.
I am a masterpiece,
Crafted from bone and blood,
I am a disaster,
Turning structures into mud.
Disasterpiece,
That’s my calling card,
It’s in every one of you,
Remember that when times get hard.
For what is a disaster,
Than starting once again from ground up,
Embrace that new life,
And refill that cup.
For Part I, click here. For more poetry and prose, click here
This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla.
Hmmm… Disasterpiece… that’s a really creative name Meetali. Thank God Part II gives a little hope… but I still can’t help but wonder where these thoughts are stemming from.