Promises
Promises promises
Sugarcoated with deception
Just so to prolong my stay and deepen myself in their play
As old as they think they are
Their work plastered with pertinence
They thought every bit of their labor is salvaged by praise only the material world knew
In her promises promises
She thought my pertinence counted for her childlike memories
She never knew that was ethereal
I transcended
I grew beyond what superficial prized memorial they had ready for her
I did not want that
I did not want to be like her
And in those promises
Karma made her due
Although I did not listen
The universe spoke through people and events
I did not listen
I chose to believe into the expectations I had
Than those that were present
I deserved it...
Now it all unfolds itself
To show me I should have listened
The flow of laws should have been obeyed
I’m not struck
I’m free to be, I rested my tawakul in the embrace of Almighty
(She wanted to shape me into herself because she thought I needed the direction when I was my own lost master) ◆