I heard, my heart sank. A tear formed. I sighed deeply. I never met you, but my heart said otherwise in lieu of your residence inside. I could not disguise the selfishness, my human nature of mourning your passing instead of celebrating your transition to a higher administration. You haven’t left You’ve merely progressed fromContinue reading “The transitioning”
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My thoughts on Sister Maya’s transition
Admittedly, I was moved by the announcement of Maya Angelou’s homecoming this morning. My eyes welled up with tears as I sat in stunned silence, temporarily dropping out of my corporate environment into a sullen, murky place. My initial response of being forlorn at the realization that a voice had been silenced forever, gave wayContinue reading “My thoughts on Sister Maya’s transition”
Wielding Resolve
Lessons are appreciated more in retrospect
The cure all
Being at peace isn’t a hard place to find
Abdication of power and why we won’t do anything
We often get out what we put in. And that would be nothing it seems!
The ties that bind – A birthday poem for my sister
When my opponents were arrayed against me. You stood as My sole proponent. Without you I can’t quantify or fathom the concept of me. Laughing, crying, confiding. Ingredients to the ties that bind. Which runs counter to infinitesimal and can never be loosened or pulled asunder. My sister. Happy Birthday sis!
Falling down…
Running deeper than… Mere appearances, reflections. Your demeanor, presence, your aura is an eyesore. They have, fell, falling and are sliding further… I fear. That you need more than hands… To procure, secure and suture the wounds. You cry. But your muffled wails for attention, betray… The conflagration that is your lot. Your hauteur breedsContinue reading “Falling down…”
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