love yourself, Galatea

My inspiration for this poem was the Pygmalion myth. Simply put, the myth revolves around a sculptor who carves an ivory statue that is the representation of his ideal of womanhood and falls in love with her. Consequently, his prayers of Galatea becoming a real woman are heard and answered and the goddess Venus brings the ivory statue to life. Essentially, the myth has a happy ending, with them marrying and having a child; however, it only has a happy ending if you are willing to look beyond certain aspects – that being, misogyny, stereotyping and false images of womanhood

the given heart

they were given a heart before given a thought, so they could feel our mother’s pain while tearing her to pieces, a seemingly interminable agony, yet countless blessings, too. for they were designed to bear the pains of the world, while joy resides in their bones for one eternity and even more.

why can’t my heart be filled?

why can’t my heart be filled? with a breath or two or perhaps even three? will I ever learn to fly and touch the top of the tallest tree? why can’t my mind be filled? with kind thoughts or anything but concern? will I ever learn to swim and touch the bottom of the darkest … Continue reading why can’t my heart be filled?

murdering mother nature

the air is whiffing with flowers,the gusts of wind shakethe trees blooming for the skiesand showering gardens inpink and white and yellow petals,starlings and warblesand robins are singing too,and bees awaken to sacrifice themselvesfor the nectar blessing our tongues.there is rebirth, rejoice,renewal, resurrection amidst the havoc.we are slowly but surelymurdering Mother Nature,yet here she is, … Continue reading murdering mother nature

ode to nature

i talk to you when i feel lost in chaosbecause you introduced meto the colours of the sunset,the taste of freshly picked berries,and the magnificent smell ofthe soil right after it rains;i talk to you when i feel meaninglessbecause you make me thinkof myself as the child of the wind,the brother of birds and the … Continue reading ode to nature

the same breath

i think of autumn and painin the same breath,but the pain isn't unbearablebut rather slowly fading awayas leaves turn brownand clouds fill the sky;i think of autumn and nostalgiain the same breathbut nostalgia isn't cold anymorebut it rather makes me smilefor all the things i've had and have,for all the moments i've lived.now that summer … Continue reading the same breath