We’re such troopers!

“It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield.” – W. B. Yeats

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Mr Graham Greene

“I can’t say what made me fall in love with Vietnam – that a woman’s voice can drug you; that everything is so intense. The colours, the taste, even the rain. Nothing like the filthy rain in London. They say whatever you’re looking for, you will find here. They say you come to Vietnam and you understand a lot in a few minutes, but the rest has got to be lived. The smell: that’s the first thing that hits you, promising everything in exchange for your soul. And the heat. Your shirt is straightaway a rag. You can hardly remember your name, or what you came to escape from. But at night, there’s a breeze. The river is beautiful. You could be forgiven for thinking there was no war; that the gunshots were fireworks; that only pleasure matters. A pipe of opium, or the touch of a girl who might tell you she loves you. And then, something happens, as you knew it would. And nothing can ever be the same again.”

― Graham Greene, The Quiet American

Finding my light

This is my test.
This is my time to prove that I understood that I deserve to experience great things in life. That I deserve to love, to laugh, and to be light. To receive light. Darkness is here only to help me realise that. to help me realise my light.

Mariana

I want to love this man

I worship you
and I fear
how the blue light on your skin
makes me forget the pain I’ve seen

It’s too good to be true
this just can’t be you
you’re honey for my mind
of that sweet, overwhelming kind

who are you
fire, bright reflection?
oh how beautiful I feel
in the flaws of your perfection

letting go and I start to flow
mesmerised, electrified
giving in to the beauty
that is to watch you loving me

like twins in another place
who locked eyes and saw the same face
they were one before they were two
but finally forgot who was who

can I live up to your expectations
or, erm, do I really want to?
first I’m me, then I’m a woman
the one who gets to see that shall be my true man

my heart needs the space
to put you in its place
slowly
so I can love you truthfully

this is my bedtime prayer
in a scared whisper, I beg you
God teach us how to dance together
and show me how to love this man forever