When you find yourself alone
in the mist of no return
look deep inside and than you’ll know
that life is meant for you to grow

It is a test, at times quite cruel
Not a game, but choose to fuel
the words you speak inside your soul
should never match a folly’s prowl

For women should dress how they please
without fear and be at ease
and when violated at their core
they didn’t ask for it, I know

From poverty to wealth
the stories are the same
when robbed of precious health
the victim is not to blame

when innocence is lost
and the world seems too vast
refuse to be reduced
you are not a victim to abuse

Turn your dialogue to victor
in each step look for a mentor
there is no turning back
be thankful

One day you simply wake
and look back to see the grave
of all you thought you couldn’t overcome
and you will say R.I.P
I’m free at last

So in those moments of despair
pat your back and stand repair
for life is more than what you are told
you are simply brave and bold

 

 

A poem inspired by women and men who choose to speak up against abuse and the men and women who support them.

 

LetyM

There would be nor worries

No places nor mornings

Without any Good Mornings

a slow steady yearning

If whispers were Heart Beat Sent

There would be less tears

less pain and less fears

No Poverty Spoken

From dark places broken

If whispers were Heart Beat Sent

There would be more caring

more palpable framing

of forgiveness and kindness

if our brain could choose blindness

and care for the soul

If whispers were Heart Beat Sent

In this life full of turns

of places and thorns

in a moment of kindness

may we loose unkind blindness

the true side of blindness

if only whispers were Heart Beat Sent

In the seconds of an hour

We can choose to bring another

a glimpse of light upon their darkest hour

and with that a simple reminder

If only whispers were Heart Beat Sent

How lives would be different

if we loose our indifference

to the struggle of another

a minute to them be an hour

and for some perhaps a life

if only whispers were Heart Beat Sent

simply

If only

whispers were Heart Beat Sent

LetyM

In the mist of traffic
in the stream of panic
in the words we speak
or the words we sneak

In the shadows of sorrow
or the feelings we borrow
the notion or portion
devotion or potion

Our thoughts intertwine
and they seem to unwind
if we only realize
we are not paralyzed

for when people assume
or simply consume
there is no communication
superficial interpretation

when you look at another
do you dare sit and ponder
beyond your first thought
that perhaps truth is worth sought

and beyond all the traffic
in the stream of the manic
looking past any labels
beyond all silly fables

you may stop and see the other
perhaps dare to feel another
and finally realize
no need to improvise

the simplest quest
to stop and repress
the assumption consumption
and simply just simply
choose to see
there exists, someone within
not an object or thing
or label nor string
simply, just simply
someone within

LetyM