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The only thing I have to fear…

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The only thing I have to fear…

The only thing I have to fear is living a life with my soul tethered to a thread of lies. That in each move I make, each path I take, the strings crisscross. That without me knowing, I have weaved a delicate fabric of pretense.

The only thing I have to fear is not having the will to cut the thread. That I get at ease with the charade, and life, in its most cunning way, has tied the strings tighter. That I am left clothed with a skin-tight, glossy façade.

So here I am, trying to befriend my weaknesses, tending over my scars. Here I am, cherishing my passion, reaching out to my zeal. For the only thing I have to fear is living somebody else’s life while throwing away mine.

The wind’s kiss reminds
To live an untainted life—
Be yourself and smile

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Monday Haibun: The only thing we have to fear… hosted by Toni and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #161 by Nekneeraj.

This stirring photo by one of my favorite surreal photographers, Oleg Oprisco, reminds of my fear of living a life pretense. I will forever be a work in progress but I am glad to say that the thread has started to loosen. 🙂

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Shadows Smile

Shadows Smile

Each night I am reminded of how long I have been walking alone. As the moon casts its light and my shadow walks with me, I count the days, the months, the years. I remember the girl who once strolled lazily with a wistful heart. I remember the girl who once walked in haste, too eager to find the comfort of her pillow. I remember the girl who once staggered, too tired with the intricacies of her world. I remember the sudden stops at the corner of 6th street to see the moon.

Now, all grown and wise, I see a woman behind the dark outline. And I see her for what she really is— a braveheart. Some would say a solitary shadow on a moonlit night is that of a sad soul. But I’d say, most often, the woman behind the shadow smiles.

A silhouette walks
And befriend the silent night—
The crescent moon smiles

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday: The Shadow Knows

I took this photo on one of my solitary walks after work. I’ve always wondered what people see just by looking at the shadow alone. Would they see a sad soul or a happy heart? Only the shadow knows… Thanks Toni for this prompt! I’ve finally wrote something about this one.<3

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Cassiopeia

Cassiopeia

The fires of the night danced from a distance as I walked languidly in the dimmed path of 6th street with nothing but a pale light from a solitary street lamp to guide my way. Home. That’s where my feet were supposed to go but my heart refused to call it such. Nothing feels like home when you’re miles away. Nothing feels like home when the distance is heaven wide. Another day has passed and I stared at the infinite horizon of star-speckled sky; my eyes seeking for solace. I looked for the one thing that never failed to make my heart skip a beat, the one thing that the celestial gods must have hand-crafted for me alone—Cassiopeia. In the corner of the night sky, I found the distant gleam of five burning stars forming into a gorgeous constellation and I felt my restless heart calmed, my lips curved into a smile. Now that, my friend, is home.

Stars wink and glimmer,
A warm embrace of comfort
The starry sky brings

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Wikipedia


In response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday: Twinkle, twinkle

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Memories

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There you go again, waiting at the very same corner on 6th street. On most days I ignore you— at least that’s what I barely manage to do. You see, it is hard to ignore someone you’ve so desperately wanted to be a part of your life but it is harder to put up a poker face and tell the world that you are fine. There are days when I pass that corner on 6th street and I feel the urge to punch you in the face. BUT I CAN’T. How can you smack someone who isn’t even there? How can you jab a blow on just a mere memory. Call me hopeless but your memories keep on haunting me.

Wind blows from the east
Eyes shut, I heartily plead—
Take these mem’ries, please.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Favim


In response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday: A Little Romance

Tending the bar today is Toni with her piece, One on One. The challenge is to think and pull out your best romantic (or funniest or saddest) haibun ever in one or two tight paragraphs with a true classic haiku at the end – nature based with a cutting or pivot in the second line. The count will be 5-7-5 but some do write short-long-short.

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Not a Walk

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I didn’t fall into love, I walked in it. No. Walk doesn’t quite describe it. Is there a word for treading upon a rocky road with your soles hammering against the rough earth?  As each foot advances over the other, another wound pierces its way onto your skin, leaving a scar that’ll last a lifetime. That what you once thought as a languid walk became a perilous one instead, is there a word for that? There must be.

Among love’s paths, I chose the one with an unforgiving darkness. Not a single light to guide my way—just a merciless void. I heedlessly marched towards you, despite being out of sight.  For I know that every road leads to an end. For you, my love, are my beginning and my end. So I walked into love’s perilous path until I bumped into a hard surface with my face slamming into a solid wall.

I didn’t fall into love, I walked in it. No. Walk doesn’t quite describe it. Is there a word for trudging upon a lonely road after reaching a dead end with your aching soles, weary heart, and exhausted soul? Yet you chose to find your way out, tiptoeing from puddles of tears and sweat you once left on your way in. Your eyes, once blind, are now accustomed to darkness so you could pick the broken pieces along the road. Until, finally, you see the light. Is there a word for that? There must be.

Her broken pieces
An indiscernible mess—
Beautiful mosaic

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday #13: Walking.

At last, I am able to join this year. Phew! I hope I’m not gate-crashing the poet’s pub? Thanks for hosting this, Bjorn. 😀

P.S. This one’s for one of my college best friends who is undergoing a “moving on” process (Yes dear, I’ve read your post rant). The photo above was from her HK trip.

 

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