Poem of The Day

(while you enjoy your soup of the day)

Photo by Tetiana SHYSHKINA on Unsplash

I’m walking down a path I’ve lived before and

as my legs give out, so does the center of my chest I

inherited a phlegmatic soul, from the cold world around me, still,

I tread on, eager to melt the ice in people

like you, who look past me —

a vaporized spectre made of thin air —

that caresses you without ever possibly

asking to be caressed in return.

Never for me has been a warm body in sight,

but so I’ll keep looking for sunlight,

with all of my might,

and my eyes shining bright.

Author: Iffah Suraya