081- House of Glass

The walls were thin, from the start.
Those walls of glass, that shook so much.
The house that was made, with a fragile heart.
The house that threatened, to fall with one touch.
Oh she lay by the window, which once shone bright.
The same tiny window, which witnessed so many fights.
She shed rivers of tears, she fought the endless fears.
The end was getting near, It was oh so clear.
He was indeed the one, the only manic she knew.
Brighter than the sun, she glowed on the outer view.
Darker than any darkness, at times he caused grief as such.
A feeling of utter happiness, it only took his slightest touch.
She gave and gave, until was left with nothing.
More proof could she have, that he stood for her everything.
He was good though, he always knew to receive.
What he was never sure, was what he was supposed to believe.
So the walls were thin, from the start.
Those walls of glass, that shook so much.
It took one walk out the door,
 crumbled the walls of the House of Glass.
She lay on the floor, the breaths came low,
A smile was what she gave, as soon she’ll pass.

080- Believe

The following poem is dedicated to all the students at the Autism Center that I work with..

You, who know not of deceit,
You, who won't accept defeat.
You, who takes pain by the front seat,
Oh you, who oozes bravery with every heartbeat.

You, who has so less yet so much,
You, who knows no evil or any such.
You, who takes it all inside,
Oh you, who still can give a smile.

You, who should know this story,
You, who's worthy of this glory.
You, who showed me courage and endurance,
Oh you, who taught me adjust and acceptance.

You, who I didn't know existed,
You, who showed the cowardice I reflected.
You, who should know I gave up once,
Oh you, who should know I had blessings in tonnes.

You, who have so much less than me,
You, who endure so much pain to feel.
You, who showed me reason to live,
You should know, you make me believe...