Friday 17 May 2013

THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE…WITH YOU





As I walk down the hallway
I can still hear you laugh
I can smell your perfume
I remember how you loved to dance in your shorts
Dancing and singing in an awkward voice
I can still remember how you loved to tiptoe and kiss me on my cheeks
It is all too real
I push the door leading to our living room
It creaks and opens awakening more memories
Memories and longings
I remember how we used to cuddle on the sofa
We would cuddle for hours
Talking and talking
Renewing our vows
Making plans
Laughing at jokes
Those were the best days of my life
The love I felt for you was real
You were the best thing that ever happened to me
I looked forward to a future with you
You made me feel so complete
Thoughts of us together hunts me every night
Questions torture my heart
Memories cover my entire being
I can't think straight anymore
I am going crazy thinking about you
I wonder what I did wrong
Where I went wrong
Why you left me for another
I can't comprehend it all
It is killing me
I was so foolishly in love that I didn’t see it
I was blinded by my own love for you
I couldn’t see the truth
You weren’t in love with me anymore
I no longer made you happy
I couldn’t give you kids
I bored you
You felt pity for me
You no longer loved me like you used to
The tears in my eyes feel so hot
I can no longer keep this house
It is time to sell it
I pray it wouldn’t bring the new owner so much sorrow
I pray that this house would bring him joy
That this house would always make the new owner smile
Cos it leaves me with no reason to smile
It's been four years now
And it is time to move on
I deserved to be happy
And I am ready to bury the past for good


By Sylvia Chika
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Thursday 16 May 2013

THE GUARDIAN ANGEL






He staggers forward
The drops of sweat roll down his face
Imaginary drumbeats in his head
He was overworked and under stress
He is the guardian
But this man he protected was hyper
Hyper and energetic
Adrenaline high
Party soaked
Risk hungry
Sin-filled
Annoying and stubborn
Yet he protected him
An assignment of a lifetime
The lifespan of a mortal
A task of a lifetime
The job of a guardian
The job of a defender
A shield for this mortal being
He was what he was
He would work tirelessly
He would protect this human
No amount of stress could drain his divine fuel
He would keep this man safe
Safe until he was called back
Safe until he could give account to the one who created them both
He would be his "forever-shadow"
A task so divine
The task of a guardian angel



By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2013

BEHIND THE GRAY CURTAINS






Broken figurines
Shattered plates
Chaos in the kitchen
Chaos in the living room
A corridor with a tale
A home so gray
Tears in her eyes
A teenager weeping
A young lady with scars
Too many scars…too many stories
Her skin…a storybook
Her scars…the chapters
One author
Four characters
A pretty damsel
The abused teenage
An abusive father
A blind brother
A wayward mother
A home in shambles
A weak foundation
Decaying pillars
A teenager with legs apart
The legs that welcomed a protector...her protector!
A protector who defiled his seed
Her brother
A blind brother
Helpless but knowing
Her screams stabbed his heart
Screams of abuse and pain
The screams intensified as the protector plunged deeper
Their protector
A heartless father!
A groan escapes the brother’s lips
He weeps helplessly
Banging on the locked door that separated him from her
Her screams turn to silence
Silence that brings a new darkness
He could feel the room darken thou he was sightless
He shivered as goose bumps appeared on his dark skin
The door closes
And then again the teenager cries
A cry of bitterness and spite
Her mother nowhere to be found
Out and away in search of a new lover
A lover with a purse full of gold coins
This was his world
His home
He was blind but he saw it all
He hated this home
But it was still his home
It was the only home he knew
Tears dripping down his chubby cheeks
He walks towards the heat
Towards the warmth from the blazing sun
Stretching his hands
In search of the warm wood
Alas he touched it
This was his favorite spot
This was his favorite chair
Despite the sadness surrounding him
He found joy sitting in this chair
Enjoying the sight before him
Staring as the gray curtains
The gray curtains of blindness!



By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2013

UNAWARE





Cement
A cemented wall
Paint
A painted wall
Before the wall I stood
A picture
The picture
I stood before the picture
It was “The Picture”
Looking at the picture
Just me
Watching
Admiring
Appreciating
The picture before me
On the wall it was
In the hall
The hall of memories
I stood
I watched
I admired
Outside the window
It rained
Outside the building
A downpour
A stranger watched
Ignorant me
But he watched
Kind eyes
Stalking me
A stalker he was
Motives hidden
Hidden behind kind eyes
But I was unaware
Up in the sky
The plane flew
High…up
High…above
Unaware of the drama below
Turbulence and motion
Flying by unaware
The pilot so unaware
The stranger still present
Inside the plane
Discomfort and fear
Passengers so vigilant
Open-eyed
Turbulence! Turbulence!
Me before the picture
Me unaware
But he was aware
He is always aware
The one that sees us all
He sees each event
Every act
He is aware of our motives
Each thought
Each wish
Aware
So aware he is
He is aware
But we are unaware
So so unaware!




By Sylvia Chika
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Twitter:@sylviaoz


© SylviaChika 2013