The Blank Slate

The blank slate
that I was born with,
corrupted beyond recognition
by years of abuse.
Many wrote on it
that I can not now
recognize my writing.
Blessed are those
left alone
to write their own course.
For many,
it’s a search in wilderness
for the blank slate,
that they can write their own.
A mirror fractured and fragmented
does not reflect me,
I now see
what I want to see
what others want to see in me.
The blank slate has
gone dark
long ago.

Peak Unsummited

Excellence unattained,
Excuses, excuses,
Lower the bar,
Lower the bar again.
When finally jump over
The lowered bar,
Peak unsummited
Looks down.
Sunk in self pity,
Rising frustration,
Life miserable.
Better to fail trying
Then daily dose of death.
One can con the world,
But lying to self?
Need to live
In a world
Without mirrors.
Perfection mirage,
Pursuit praiseworthy.

I do not dream anymore

I do not dream anymore
Dreams,not achieved
Do not bother
And ruin my days
Know what will be said
Labels will be assigned
Disappointment, failure
Underachiever, indifferent

I do not dream anymore
Just so that you know
Have left those days behind
When I used to see
The reflection in the mirror
And not recognize the face
Looking back at me
A face defined by others

I do not dream anymore
Made peace with myself
No need to look at the mirror
Because I know in my heart
I will like what I will see

I do not dream anymore
Dreams that probably
Were not mine
To begin with
But hope, I still hope
And I know that
I will be able to live
Without my dreams
And make a life of it

I do not dream anymore
Now that learnt to love myself
I  learnt to love
And share my love
Without fear of
Acceptance or rejection
I do not dream anymore