Poem: Resilience
Resilience is a daily affair for souls like Priya and me. Our fight to be sane is a big deal. But the poems we write make us feel better, just like this sequence.
Poem: Resilience
Priya’s reflections in the broken glass show a strong, self-made woman who can be the source of strength for her family and mortals like me.
In moments such;
when silence screams louder
than blood-tinged words,
I remind myself
that you are just my voice
I know who I am
Even doubt seems louder
than the truth painted in my eyes
It shatters me like broken glass
I ask silently from the blazing eyes
staring back at me,
why do I doubt myself?
I’ve got this; I can do this,
I know who I am;
a shattered reflection of hope,
but also, a symbol of resilience~ Priya Patel 9.14.24 🕉
Painting by Amit Bhar
“Life doesn’t get easier or more forgiving, we get stronger and more resilient.”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
Poem: Resilience
I wrote this from my perspective — my life has been about falling and getting up.
I am familiar with the falls
Every time I get up
I fall again, then I get up
Shoved by an invisible hand
If at all, resilience is a habit
I close my eyes
And feel my breath
Inhale-exhale-repeat
Then once more I fall
I get up —
Sometimes resilience is
Another meaning of existence~Ashok Subramanian © 2024
So sweet of Priya. She wrote a poem intended for me, but a whole universe is packed inside.
Poem: Breath Again
There is a sadness in you,
something new
I can almost feel
the slouch in your shoulders;
a resignation of sorts,
as if you have given up
on a long battle,
and you have finally
accepted defeat
You are tired; understandably so
You didn’t want her to go
and now they are both gone
and you are left home alone
There is a rhythm and rhyme
to every event in our life
I know it may be hard to see that now;
and that you have been swimming in strife
Maybe, just maybe, you needed
some time to breathe~ © Priya Patel 9.17.24
Thank you Priya for these beautiful words. I am back…
~Ashok Subramanian © 2024
