Tuesday, 13 August 2024

Desire

Is it strange to desire love while being loved?
Or maybe it's not love or affection at all
But simple desire craved by infidel hands,
Craving a touch, a whisper, a gentle caress by hand
A finger, maybe two, in places handed over to you,
A simple desire to know I'm wanted
Years into a marriage of gentle affection and convenience,
A simple craving of smaller, kinder pleasures
Before my fear overwhelms me
Before anxiety turns me into jelly
Before the black hole of depression
Sucks us into "performance" of marital duties, 
And leaves me questioning 
Where did our love, desire, go?

Saturday, 23 December 2023

Untitled #43

Constant pain. Constant fatigue.
My two best friends since two years.
I can't remember the last time I didn't feel pain,
Isn't it normal when things hurt
During sports, running and lunging,
During sex, all the pushing and pulling,
When standing, when walking, trying to get off the bed,
Picking up a dinner plate, starting the washing machine,
Feeding your cats?
It hurts. 
It also hurts watching you, all my friends, everyone
Pass by do their thing, have hobbies,
Complete their work, lounge, watch TV and interact.
But it's like I'm in a time capsule.
Or like nothing changed from 1st to 12th,
From University to work, nothing changed.
It's all still a list of check boxes to tick -
Did I fill their food bowl?
Did I put clothes to wash?
Did I send that email?
Did I help my niece?
Did I have sex with my husband?
Did I, did I, can I, me, ever take time for me?
No. Not when it hurts. 
Not with this tiredness.
Not when I can't walk and my bones ache,
And my brain is bursting, and everyone is too loud,
Too bright to join, to keep up, to even see,
But it's okay.
I have my pain and my tiredness.
Sleep will come eventually and I'll slumber somehow.
It's okay. I try everyday.
To tick all the boxes except one for me.
I'm least priority. it's okay.
Else it'll hurt too much and be too tiring,
And I just need to survive and tick
All those boxes off the list.