Ishaism – November

Let the trees rest now and let down their leaves - these brown burdens are not meant for them to keep - but to be carried far away with the wintry breeze, before they wake and stretch their branches in Spring, so hush now, and let them sleep; hush now.... and let them sleep... ©…

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Void

Where have you gone, leaving empty tomorrows, like a breeze in the meadows, a transient shadow? Where have you gone, leaving me so forlorn, no lap to rest my head upon, no one to call my own? Where have you gone in the vast void, a life untimely destroyed, a home's lost pride? Now people…

On the voyage of life…

[Dear reader, I’m sharing another page from my diary, penned many years ago, in an attempt to heal from the death of a loved one, by thinking of and trying to validate in (dramatic) prose, the purpose of existence and the joy of living, and invalidate the stressful, unfounded thoughts (that once gravely afflicted me)…