Some days

Posted on by Hemalatha Ramesh

These are just days. A few days.
Or sometimes, some days.
Some days I am full, and flowing, while on others,
the void fills in all the invisible spaces,
Some days I am a 5-year-old kid in a restaurant that
crys aching throat to get back home,
Some days I think of ways how I can build a new home
out of scratch,
Some days I water plants in our garden patiently,
Some days I don’t just for them to learn resilience,
Some days I paint strokes of yellow, orange,
and green and call it freedom,
Some days I empathise with people who commit sin,
Some days I curse and say humans’ homes should be hell,
Some days I draw words with an effort to tell something to the world,
Some days I don’t argue but win cold wars with mere silence
Some days my palms aren’t soft,
my feet don’t get regular pedicures,
they are a little cracked, with the burden of an elder daughter,
Some days I am a catastrophic poem man weaves,
Some days I am a letter written in memory of an old lover
Some days I love, some days I am loud,
Some days I want to be loved,
Some days I run away from everything I love,
Some days I am a feminist speaking worldy affairs,
Some days I am a simple girl raising questions on independence,
Some days I call myself a writer, some days a suppressed soldier.

12 thoughts on “Some days”

  4. SMiLes Dear Hemalatha So Nice to Hear

    Your Soulfelt Authentically ExPReSSinG

    SonG on WordPress Again True

    Days Are Waves mY FRiEnD

    And So Are We True mY

    FRiEnD Waves Are Oceans

    And So Are We Water is Waves

    is Oceans And So Are We DarK BRinGS LiGHT NoW

    NiGHT BRinGS Day NeW Waves Continue to Rise and Fall

    And So Do We With The Comfort of Our Waves

    And The Water We aRe the SaMe In This

    Whole Ocean We Come to Be Sailing

    As Boats With Anchors For Safety

    With Storms Fronts Still coming

    IN Safe Harbor And Yes Sails

    To Continue to Explore Fair
    Winds And Following Seas With SMiLes

    Days Nights Waves Water Ocean Whole DarK iS LiGHT

    Really No Need to Fear the Dark or Be Cynical oF LiGHT

    When Ocean BRings Reflections of Moon And Sun the SaMe..:)

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  5. Some days…are out of our control nor do I think we should fight them too much. Maybe just like this poem, we should acknowledge them, and work on the ‘most days’

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  6. The way you express conflicting emotions and perspectives is striking. They remind us that life is a continuous journey of self-discovery, where each day brings new opportunities for growth and understanding. Thank you for sharing these profound thoughts with us.

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I turn my thoughts to words, words to emotions.