By: Rhonda Nemri
The sadness that is exuded. The straight face that is expressed.
Expressions of loss and discomfort. Weakness is not portrayed, but is a reaction to the unfortunate past, that must be accepted.
Cringing reality, in which is a glimpse of darkness in search of light, and comfort.
The salty waters come rushing down the soft warm apples. Lost in the depths of life. Lost in the thoughts of mind.
Just to touch the flesh of love, is a wanting that won’t be received, but shall be done in deep imaginations.
A smile is seen for a moment, but is lost quickly as the feelings of sorrow is remembered.
The skies of light and clearness as the rays beaming on my skin, deep down in my pores. A remembrance of closeness that brings one at ease.
Strength is within, but sadness as well. The exterior portrays the interior, for true happiness cannot be apparent until true acceptance.
In Loving Memory of My Father: Rest in Peace July 26 1960- June 8 2013