Waters
There’s a price to pay,
For every thought that passes our vulgar mind.
The sand holds no answers,
Yet we kiss it with our anxious feet.
We let the waters caress our soul,
In hope that freedom will be ours when dawn approaches
We let our minds drift with the winds,
They brush the horizon and there’s a momentary gleam in our eyes.
Hope is a killer.
A killer we mould with our very own hands.
Hope is the glass house,
We build or tear down as we please.
Is there no way to let our hearts go numb?
Is there no way to feel but not shatter?
Is there no way to let go off that which we have no control over?
Is there no way to free ourselves from ourselves?
I guess there isn’t.
So let’s move with the waves.
Let the cold outside brew the cold within.
And let’s just float away.
Far, Far and away
To somewhere we don’t want to go.
To a land or water or sky we won’t call home.
Let’s just leave to never return.
Myshelle Congeries 
Beautiful artwork and poetry. Good to walk with the sea at our feet and ponder life and love.
July 21, 2013 at 9:33 pm
Art work is by Nastya Kaletkina. 🙂
Indeed it is lovely. And Depressing.
July 21, 2013 at 9:48 pm
You can definitely see your expertise in the article you write.
The world hopes for even more passionate writers such as you who are not afraid to mention how they
believe. Always go after your heart.
July 21, 2013 at 9:46 pm
Appreciate it.
July 21, 2013 at 9:49 pm
It’s dark & melancholic, but it is beautiful. I was very uncomfortable reading it, actually…made me want to cry. You were able to use few words to evoke some powerful emotions.
July 22, 2013 at 1:02 am
Thanks Papa! 🙂
You feel my emotions too much.
Not good.
July 22, 2013 at 11:14 am
It is like filling the empty spaces from the past, while looking for oneself in oblivion; deep, heavy and beautiful in its own helpless pain. Keep the ink flowing…
July 26, 2013 at 1:34 pm
🙂
July 27, 2013 at 2:40 pm
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