senchu Poetry (5)

The mind is a powerful tool,
It protects
Like a cage.
That secret,
Unknown for years;
Will be for years,
In solitude.
Without a trace
Not a memory
Of this secret they hold.
But when the mind is ready
To let go and release,
Memories of long ago…
Awaken inside.
Like a stab wound…
The spirit aches.
Like a prisoner,
Fear entangles,
Locked up for years..
Fear,
Anxiety,
Feelings never expressed,
Sentenced to silence.
Now they are free..
Free to be them,
No chains binding them down,
No bars to live behind.
Free to walk
On memory lane,
Free to share
Expressions,
Never spoken.
But what do you do
When captivity
Was a way of life?
Now you are free
But have molded
To living in chains,
Behind bars.
Freedom is like
A whole new culture,
A new way of life.
To explore and learn
This new life,
At times is scary.
It seems foreign
And a little uneasy.

Once the victim,
Takes one step,

Turns the corner,
Waving goodbye
To the prison in the
Mind..
A whole new person,
Begins to come forth.
Strength,
Wisdom,
Compassion,
Begin to arise…
Now they no longer
Are victims inside.
They are a hero that
Survived.
The trauma they hid..
Begins to come forth ..
Reclaiming themselves.
They are the strongest,
You will see around..
The most intuitive and
Enduring people that will arise
To Any occasion.
If they can survive
The memory unfolded,
They will survive throughout there lives.

I watched from a far
Even close by
The puzzle pieces
Come together
Of trivial
Cat walk
Talk.
I’ve kept my thoughts hidden
For if the culprit discovers
I know;
Her trivial
Becomes more trivial.
Karma Karma
They chant.
Using guilt
And sophisticated words
To tare down their prey.
It is what it is,
I laugh from a far
Sometimes even close
With the culprit near me.
Maybe it’s a he?
Who could it be?
They really think I’m dumb.
When really
I’m just numb.

Is love a game?
Of chess
Moving each piece carefully
To devour that which
The heart seeks?
I think not
For I
Am one
Who would rather be alone
Than to play
That which is a called a game of love
When all that remains
Are hurt
Bloody
Sad hearts
Or hearts filled with glee
Of that which they think they’ve won,
When only they began a game that will never end.
I will not submit to arrogant
Childish ways.
For I know as long as I am at peace
I am willing to wait
For love
Without the nonsense
Or wondering which move to make next.
Because when I meet love,
I wont even wonder
It will all come together
Like two puzzle pieces
Making a perfect picture

Could there be a caveat
Instructing little girls
To stay close to their protectors
Or to find a sentinel?
Little girls do not know
What spurious means,
That a man can appear
Immaculate;
Yet, really be pernicious.
If I knew what a spurious person was,
Or was given a caveat,
Or was provided with a sentinel,
Would my life had gone differently?
Now my heart has been stained,
All I see
Is spurious
Written on every person.
I still look
For a sentinel
To protect me even today.
In my torpid modes,
I lye on my bed
Praying for strength
To one day be free,
And no longer doubt
The goodness of people.

BITTERSWEET, By Senchu


The paths of life

are sweet

And bitter.

Each taste

A lesson learned.

Even bitter seems sweet

After reminiscing

Realizing

The wisdom gained.

I have learned that bitter

Is actually better,

The lessons are long lasting

Than a sweet taste of life.

The sweetness of life

Seems to be that which keeps us going

For the next bitter taste of life

Yet to explore.

Life

Is

Bittersweet.