I am truly honoured to announce that my poem ‘Is That Nobody Really Me?’ got nominated for publication of the month at Spillwords Press. I want to give my thanks to Dagmara.K and everyone at Spillwords for publishing my poem.
I also want to give my deepest gratitude to each and everyone of you here for your kindness, love and support. All of this would have never happened without you all.
The voting has already started for the publication of the month at Spillwords and would end in four days. I would really love it if you can head over here and cast your vote. I would really appreciate your support.
Is That Nobody Really Me
The tress whispering secrets As I walked through the path The land washed away my sadness And my heart slowly fell apart
Wind rhymed with melodies That lost and became an elegy The sky blue like some memory I walk and realized I am a nobody
The clock ticked away slowly The time passed more bitterly Sleep consoled me nicely But the ache it never did leave me
A future light in my mind As the past erased itself I slept peacefully for the first time And walked away feeling more of myself
I am so pleased to announce that my poem ‘Is That Nobody Really Me’ got published at Spillwords Press. I am honored to be accepted by such a prestigious magazine like Spillwords. Thanks to Dagmara. K and everyone at Spillwords’ team for accepting and publishing my work. It is truly a dream come true for me.
“The tress whispering secrets As I walked through the path The land washed away my sadness And my heart slowly fell apart
Wind rhymed with melodies That lost and became an elegy…..“
You can visit Spillwords and read my full poem here. Thank you very much for reading. I am so grateful for your support.
All those broken bridges were scattered around him. Every step he took failed to nothing. A hundred memories flooded into his heart as his eyes looked behind him. His home, his mother and his brothers were all there waiting for him to return. Pictures from his past slowly stumbled up on his mind. Him as a child riding his bicycles. Alhua crying after that bomb raid, and his father saying goodbye to fight for that war he never came back from.
An ache escaped his heart and gripped it with the might of thunder. The music of failure seemed to be singing to his brain but every picture his hands had ever drawn seemed to be praying for his success. They needed him to grow and become the painter he wished to become. His eyes stared at all the new stones drowned in the river. They got their with his every new try to rebuild the bridge. Failure once again, he thought.
His dreams knocked at his heart and asked him to start again. The words of failure slowly disappeared. A prayer for his gods escaped his lips as he moved every new stone to the bridge. The evening sun went down on the other end of the sky and the darkness of the night settled in. It wrapped around him like a warm blanket, and the beauty of his future waltzed around him. The moon shined herself upon the boy’s little frame, and the new unbroken bridge welcomed her. His dreams danced in happiness as he crossed that bridge of life. A new life awaited him elsewhere.
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