How can I be sure of a thing I never see?
I am based in West London and the name of my poem is ‘153 Evelyn Grove’.
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153 Evelyn Grove
Rejection can be such a bitter word.
I sometimes wish to forget what I heard.
But alas, things are never that simple.
If you saw my eyes, you’d find a twinkle.
Those would be the tears, too afraid to shed.
Lest I become overwhelmed by the dread.
They say that, “The love will always remain.”
Nothing lost, nothing gained.
That’s what I always hear, what i’m told.
It can neither be bought, nor sold.
But what if it was never meant to be?
How can I be sure of a thing I never see?
They say, have faith! Have hope!
Trust in God, to help you cope!
But I need more, I need proof, to see and feel!
Without experiencing it, how can I live with zeal!?
Regret, a word with much too great a power. Regret.
I wish it held no power over me. Live and let.
But no! Wishful thinking is all that it happens to be.
The forest for the trees, I can not see.
For my tongue is tied, and my eyes blind.
My brain sluggish, my heart…most unkind.
Dull blades cut deep.
Make me cry.
Tears of joy!
The past, has passed.
Can’t stand still.
Must move on.
So, go. Just….go.
By Miskeen Madraiwiwi (pen name)
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