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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© SylviaChika 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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Twitter:@sylviaoz

© 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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http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/

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Twitter:@sylviaoz

© SylviaChika 2013