Enigmatic smile disguised the sneer Facade of juvenile innocence, Hid the darkness lurking near. Don’t be adolescent? Don’t make people feel obsolescent. All the while on automotion Spewing faith and devotion. Festering lies hid by commotion What type of human lacks emotion? Irony You have no clue Second chances Given you Blindness in faith Can impair One’s obligation to those right there. Ignore the human standing near Perfecting the wraith, with the disregard you smear You want an acronym for action? R can stand for having remorse or issuing a retraction. Confession doesn’t make it alright Your flaws still show up in the light Does it really forgive what you say? Why the fear of apology? From you it does not take away It heals and fortifies. What does it feel like when you pray? Charcoal heart And your complacence Hardly celestial Expectations Emotionally numb To what do you succumb? Can you be daring Try out caring? What are you scared of? You were created to show love. Words of adoration sent up above Yet empathy choked with an invisible glove Master of illusions Your brain is filled with delusions Earning points can’t be done Idolizing the speculum. Looking glass is warped and bent Condescending message sent Who else received it? You know too well She forgot to look before she fell. Freefalling. Her wings won't quell. As for You? You can Go. To. Hell.
Deflation
She held on tight to the string
Encircling it ‘round her fingers,
Daring not
To allow it to slip
From her grasp.
And each day
she waited patiently
For a sign
An opportunity
Her eyes and her heart
Searching
Holding out
Holding it up
Her hand forever holding tight
The string.
But as the light turned dark
And the stars seemed to disappear
Her eyes turned back
To the string
That she still held
So carefully
So desperately.
Following along its path
She then realized
That nothing held it up anymore.
Hope had quietly seeped away
And she had descended
Far beyond the ground
To where neither light
Nor stars
Would
shine.
Writing Prescription
I am a thinker. I am a mom. I am discovering I can be fierce when I need to be and far too emotional sometimes when I don’t want to be. I strive to be kind in my actions and spoken words towards others. If there are words that need to be released in a different way I write.
Kova Soturi
Hello. Welcome. I hope you stay awhile and read a poem or two.
Why writing?
- It is healing for me. Sometimes I have too much going on in my head. Strong thoughts and emotions and I need to release them in order to either leave them, deal with them, unerstand them, or release them.
- It is helping me to understand myself more. I am a fighter, a survivor. I am stronger than I think I am. I have many battle scars and most of them are emotional. That’s tough because no one knows the fights you have had, or are currently having, or might need to continue to have. So I am giving in to writing. I can release these emotions, or demons or memories or whatever else I may or may not want to call them. Some stuff will be easy to write, some more difficult, some might never come to fruition. But now I have a space. Here. To write and share. Place the words down.
Why a blog?
I am hoping that in sharing my thoughts, experiences and emotions with others that perhaps those reading can be somehow inspired, healed, entertained, or whatever other intent (or perhaps not) the writing was meant to have. I know to begin with I will be starting with writing that is easier for me. So it will evolve or perhaps devolve as I become more comfortable sharing as well as digging deeper into my own vaults of storage. So for now I leave it here. On to writing.
Kova Soturi Writing 