Tears Behind Her Mask

Behind the mask is untold hurt. It's so real I could feel it grip my chest each time I try to breathe. I don't know how to express my pain in words. Perhaps, a picture would do. It's my only way to channel my feelings.

Despite knowing where the thorn is, I'm just too afraid to remove it. I've made several feeble attempts to rid it once, but it felt more like I was buying time and wasting it on hope that it would one day heal.

I've been living with this thorn for as long as I can remember. I don't know if I could ever live without it. Right now, I'm just weighing the odds of living with a scar or a wound that would one day turn gangrene. I don't know which is more painful.

Oh Doodle Day!

I am doodling to de-stress. I am tired and cranky now. My tummy is not feeling good. Not sure if it was the dimsum this afternoon or the chocolate walnut cake or maybe gastric. Thoughts about tight deadlines and whether I could meet my KPI and bosses' expectation are killing me. Ack!

The War

** This was written when I was 15 for a Poetry Recitation Competition. This was how I saw war in the eyes of a teenager. **

The angry blasts of guns roared in the midst ~ A piercing scream filled the cold, still air ~ A thousand footsteps on the run ~ Dead bodies strewn everywhere.

The blood still lay fresh and red ~ The bodies lay still and dead ~ But no one cared, for no one dared ~ Or else, that too, could be their fate.

Screams for help, cries for mercy ~ Were only met by the cold cruel rifle ~ They slayed the men, killed their wives ~ and the children dead, in the violent battle.

This war has claimed many a life ~ From the bitter start, till the grieving end ~ Sounds of wailing from no where ~ Pools of tears and bloodshed, here and there.

The lucky ones escaped death ~ But the rest were left to fate ~ The chances to live were very slim ~ Because rescue came, just too late.

Though they suffered pain, ~ With the crying of the rain, ~ The soldiers showed no sympathy ~ They pointed their guns, and aloud came a shot -BANG! ~ And the rest, was history...

I had run many a mile ~ My shoes all torn and my flesh bled ~ The faster I ran, the further I went ~ My life, was just beneath my feet.

But if I failed, I shall never return ~ My soul shall stay with those gone ~ But if indeed, I managed to escape ~ I shall reach that peaceful land by dawn.

Hiding in fear, but buried in angerI cried, ~ "Why do people start the war?" ~ "To claim all lives? To kill the peace?!" ~ It's not a game at all.

The deaths and ruins made a ghastly mess ~ The war had made it worse ~ For it sparked many a protest ~ It was just like a deadly curse!

Sad and tragic was the ending ~ The war had brought upon us ~ Imagine the innocent lives all gone ~ The war is so unjust.