the convergence of two broken spaces

there was a time when i held within my hand,
two converging episodes,
one i saw with my eyes appearing,
another relayed the mark of an ending.

they were both closely tied to who i was,
one relayed a blood knitted familiarity,
another one my heart felt reality.

and when in listening to one relay his frailty,
i heard another that broke inside me,
a silence that was deafening.

with my brother,
i heard a heart breaking to pieces,
and while his emotions were held,
with attentive listening,
i died alone,
holding on to what i received,
as i heard my own heart breaking.

in that moment,
as one held on to his dear life,
as so disappearing,
i knew the extent,
of feeling at lost,
for my own was,
at that point moving.

only the frail,
would live to tell,
of such a tale,
when placed in his hands,
two realities,
that conjures up,
a need for silence,
as well as a thirst for dependence.

the convergence of two broken spaces,
is one i would truly remember
for it was one i held once.

Note: I tried to capture two converging realities that spoke about frailties, one was from a relative who was going through a torrid period as i listened intently to him and one was my own. I held on his pain while in that moment was dealing with mine as well. It was at that point of time numbing to say the least.

Whisper me

Whisper me…
words that would uplift the sordid state I’m in

Whisper me…
blue skies and not the storms reminding me on the places I’ve been

Whisper me…
a light that would peer a path away from darkness

Whisper me…
away from enslavement that states its residence in the room i pathetically call an apartment

But whisper me,
more that just vain romanticized hope,
sugar coated words
that would drive me to the slope…

now whisper me tomorrow
and maybe a new day
to peer away all that was before
To smell again the the dew of the morning
and look to see what the new it has in store.

Note: I wrote this on the 7th of September 2009. Thought I would post it here today.