Glopowrimo 16

Day16 April16th #GloPoWriMo
Prompt: take a part of you that died,walk us through how it came to be,and left you.mourn it,miss it,write it back into your existence.

Nothing ever really dies
For everything
Comes out of nothing.

Nothingness
Is potential
And potential sets this stage.

Action
Inaction.

Imagination
Reality

Action Reaction.

Growth isn't progress.

Capacity to absorb
Assimilate
Failure is.

We can tweak it around
So much so
The world hails it as success.

Hope died
When I gave up
On life.

Wasn't the other way around.

Stealthy sure footed thief
Ambition
Detested my Pollyanna notions.

Took away a few things
Somethings nothings
Everything.

It's inner space that counts.

Inside me
Matter annihilated
By anti matter.
Worth by
Banality.

Funny how things just
Pop in vacuum.

Bubble universes
Tawdry dreams
Tepid tragedies
Noone can see.

Strangest of all
A time, a season for
Everything.

A few decades later
I pulled myself up
By my bootstraps.

Deciding
If Hope
Was not to be
I take thee
Anti hope,
Despair.

And weave out
Cautionary tales
Snake ladders
To survival.

Since then
Nothing much has happened.

A few broken sparrows adopted
Christened, iin due course
set free.

To fly out of my ken
Put my lack of wings
To shame.

But when wings were broken
Beating hearts brought
Beaten wings
To my window.

Beaten by life.
Transformed.

Broken hearts,
Broken wings
Are  the same
Beautiful things.

Fragile porcelain
Treasures.
Glued together with love.

Nectar churned out
From poison
Beyond measure.

Yes.
Something came out
Of my nothingness.
My defeat.
Loss of courage
Loss of hope
Loss of self esteem
Vision and confidence.

Acceptance.
Indomitable steel.
Zest.
Existence.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018