Peace? No, a seething volcano in my soul
An island on my own
No expectations, no claims
Not a deceiver
Nor a Deity
Just a woman of clay
Moulded by life’s vicissitudes at play
Heartened by unexpected kindness
I refuse the gift of anger from anyone
I renew my faith everyday only to have it challenged
Still, I still my heart to heal the wounds,
Of loss so great.
Still I keep the faith of innocent,
Faith that I will make some difference
If I stand against the injustice.
Every day I see innocents crushed beyond humanity
Some killed for causes needlessly
Some claimed back brutally by Mother Nature
I try really very hard to find the meaning
Try to justify all the killing
Trashing of innocence
But still come out empty.
Lone voice mine might be
But they say it will make a difference truly.
So I struggle and paddle along
In the restless sea of humanity
Seething cauldron of discontent
Not knowing a moment's peace
Not knowing joys of contentment.
Cursed already….you still want to curse me more?
I am only human with huge foibles
A woman of passion I am, that’s my claim.
