Black Coffee Blues

Can’t make up my mind where to belong sometimes.
The ocean or the sky?
Land seems boring, and the question is often bigger than the answer.
Or, is it just black coffee blues on a long day into night?
Staring out of the window at a darkening Fall sky,
I wonder if unseasonal showers bring uncharacteristic thoughts.
The wind is going wild outside, and it blows straight through my heart
Swaying it like the neighboring palm trees,
Bending the branches, but not breaking,
Making the leaves cling to them as it sweeps through the old dust
Raking up visions of unexpected places, secret road maps,
Diagrams of old wounds on fading scars,
And ghost pains that seize me sometimes,
Letting me know that we hurt so that we can grow.
Something about forever always makes us
Cling like fuzz to fabric, making us forget
That the only guarantee we have is this moment.
Most of us realize too little too late
That sometimes the only way to live
Is to bleed, to ferment, to season.
That time pays a price that make memories slacken,
And one has to look within for healing to happen.


About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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