Day 366: The End

A journey started with trepidation,
the weight of so much expectation.

How could I have said yes to this year,
was I drunk?! It’s a bit unclear!

Three hundred and sixty-six days to complete,
a challenge that is a bit too bittersweet.

For finding my voice and words once more,
means accepting I had thrown them away before.

The challenge was not to find words on a page
but seek the truths that would keep me engaged.

For this poet is just a person who is searching,
finding True North, so she can get her bearings.

And although this year may be at an end,
this poetic heart has finally started to mend.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Apologies for the earlier post – Today is a busy day for my family, it is my dad’s memorial day. I had started the poem yesterday with the hopes of having it scheduled to go. Unfortunately, yesterday got away from me with errands and all the prep work for today. Totally forgot about the scheduled post until I received a notification. So apologies for the “double” post.


Day 211: Summer Winds

I spend hours trying to catch it
but it just teases me.
Playing with my dress,
and making my hair escape
the braids I tame it into.
It knocks me over,
challenging me to fight
to cross it.
But whenever it leaves me,
I always feel its warm touch.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Day 93: Fly (3)

I wish I could lock you in my heart,

Protect you within these gilded walls,

So that you feel no pain, no fear, no terror,

All you would be surrounded by is the strength of my love,

Titanium strong and unbreakable.

But gilded walls are still cages,

And one day, I will still have to let you fly

Hoping that your wings have the strength

I see in you.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy


Artist: Ada Cheung (age 17)