When I fall from the top
She catches me halfway through.
When I can’t climb back up
She pushes me all the way through.
Whenever I’m lost in dreams
She pulls me back to the light.
Whenever I’m in her need
She’s there, she’s got my back.
Each time I need to cry
She cries before I do.
Each time I need advice
She tells me what I could do.
If I’m waiting for good news
Her heart beats faster than mine.
If I let my concerns invade
Her hope shoos them away.
I know you’ve been asking yourself:
Who’s this amazing woman?
I knew you could guess it right
Yes, she’s my marvellous mother.
Beril
11/03/10
Poetry is one's break down between the writer's blocks -a failed attempt to get back to sanity
Melancholy inspires my mind
"The chemistry of mind and that of love is different. Mind is cautious. It takes its steps cowardly. "for god's sake, avoid yourself!" it suggests. However, is love like that? The only thing it says: "Leave yourself, let it go!" The mind won't collapse easily. Love instead frazzles itself, it gets devastated. However, treasures are to be found in wrecks. A devastated heart has it all!" (Translated by me from Ask, Elif Safak)
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