How does it feel to shine like sun but grow up in shadow dwarfed yet blooming; fun yet not fun!
Destined or planned; who can say new links in old chain entwined for life till death has its way!
Born four years apart; sort of fraternal twins we were told we are each other’s gift but over the years, curse did win!
The elder sibling I can rely on my guardian angel, my protector helping albeit grudgingly, considering me a thorn.
Also tyrannical tormentor a bully who laughs at my follies making fun of me but also my mentor.
Bete noires, best friends, each other’s voice we fight, we make up tied by blood, free by choice.
Same blood group, views diverse different ailments, same aches our shared genes; our gift our curse.
Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.). I hope you find this to be an inspiring avenue for poetic and self-exploration.
Light me a lamp, dear one! not just when the nights are dark but even on the brightest of days sometimes the sun blinded by its own luminescence needs light to be able to shine light
Light me a lamp, dear one! when one by one each hope is plucked to be bruised like petals by the hands of childish fate soothing light is the salve most needed then
Light me a lamp, dear one! the scented secrets shining in the eyes have lost their sheen the incessant flow of tears curtains the luminosity let the flame reflect in them
Light me a lamp, dear one truth cowers in the opacity of lies unsure and unsung, sinking into oblivion all it needs is a glimmer to come into its own once again
Light me a lamp, dear one untold miseries may rain on me life may carry distress in its reticule this tremulous, flickering light holds a promise of tomorrow
Light me a lamp, dear one let me uncoil the mysteries of life wrapped in brittle, yellowing paper the twists and turns of labyrinthine life I will navigate stoically gift me the light of friendship to guide me onwards always.
I hope 2022 is better for all of us. May we all continue to look out for each other, hold each others hand in the blogosphere and have the resilience to ride the rough times. A very Happy New Year. Stay you, stay safe.