Pain found me and said “I love you.”


The bitterness of my poems has become a cruel tenderness,

Which I nurtured with great satisfaction.

Forget pain, forget pain they preached, but how can I?

When I have a passionate affair with pain.

How can I forget what I have become?

In the morning my soul faces sorrows

In the night my dreams are the agony of my sadness.

I’ve become addicted to what brings cruel tenderness

 I have forgiven the sins, but the sins refuses to forgive me.

What was I looking for, Love, happiness, but instead pain

Found me, and said “I love you.”

I prayed and plead with pain to release me but pain close

His heart to my grief, instead pain whispered in my ear “I’m captivated by you, you are now

One of my concubines.

 Pain look upon the wounds he has caused with great pride, I’ am one of his greatest masterpiece.

So now my greatest joy is my pain, which I nurtured with sweet rhymes of poetry.

Pain has become the quenching thirst to my lips, because pain was the first to find me and said “I love you.

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No certainty of what’s to come and what will be ( This New Life)


Walking this road with no directions, just instincts and majority of the time those instincts leads to uncharted territory. Sometime life can be a desolate desert, brutal, a voided place with only loneliness to fill. Every now and then one might stumble upon a tree that gives repose to a weary soul, however, it seems the majority of time there’s always a battle to fight, the onset of life dangers, the unpredictable that bring about the tides of pains and heartaches to stay alive and sane. I find myself questioning everyone and everything, and the more I question, the urgency ignites towards the mystery of it all, which beckons me to come closer. Who am I? Why am I here? What is my purpose? the never ending record playing in my mind, it feels like my soul has looked into a mirror that cannot be broken, forever before me, possess I search for the beauty that have not been discovered, the secret only I would retain . I keep searching for a love that bear no face or definition, trying to quench a burning desire of something greater than myself; If Only I knew what that desire entails, yet I know the only way to have peace of mind is for me to fulfill that desired destiny, if only I knew what it was I was called to do. Yet to my soul, it seem familiar, it all seem possible, like I’ve lived that moment before, that moment, which I am now seeking, that desire to be, is infinite. I wonder, could it be, I had a life that was so great before. One with a special kind of love, where a great destiny was fulfilled, and in this life the innate remembers and it wish to be once more. Is Possible my soul remembers the cadence of my former life and that fragrance of that former life still lingers in this new life, that fragrance is  the peace amidst the chaos of this new life, the heart remembers something that it has vowed never to forget, to never stop longing, searching and loving, the heart and soul remembers something so powerful that even in this new life, it echoes of a maybe yet again.

-Micheline Jean Louis

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