The still

I find solace in the still of night.
When all lays to rest I lie awake.
And when all stirs to life I wish to slumber.
In this silence I hear my innermost thoughts…
And recover those parts of me lost through the day.
Shush…
The night whispers again and again to my unsettled mind.
Hush…
The night lulls me to rest.
In this quiet solitude I am at one with myself.
I am still.

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And the truth is…

I miss you.

I miss you and the
things that never
happened, but are
so vivid in my
mind as if they
did.

– JM Storm

The Giving

I loved you for so long, I didn’t think it was possible to love another…I couldn’t fathom it. But when I did…It was the most beautiful thing – exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Magical.

But even then I couldn’t help but think of you…I thought of how much it hurt loving you and how exquisite that pain was. I compared it to how effortlessly this new love unfolded with every interaction more blissful than the last.

I kept waiting for it to grow dim, but it didn’t.
I kept waiting for it to end but it didnt.
Love grew.

Love grew not because of what I received but because of what I could give!
Oh! The giving!
The giving of self to the one you love…

It is the beauty of this exchange that faded the scars that were once so deeply imprinted on my heart. I can no longer remember the pain. Now all you are is a reminder of what love shouldn’t be.

– Mamello Maitse