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56/2017: Lessons from my Mother (2): Friendship

She taught me to seek,
the ones who would hold
my past in their heart,
and wrap it with laughter,
while promising me,
with their eyes,
that they would remember me
in the future,
even if I was not there
to greet​ it with them.

They in turn
shared with me the
pieces of her heart,
she had left in their care
confident that even in
different bodies, they
would beat in sync
with the rhythm her song.

a tune growing and expanding
with music draw from souls
that protected and shielded
the power of her love,
a gift if legacy passed
down from the bonds of family
born and created to connect
past and future.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: For my mother’s friends, who never let us feel alone or forget her.

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Day 358: The Moon’s Awakening

Cast in the silvery glow of the moon,
I see the truths I kept hidden,
the lies I took comfort in believing
and the people who found joy in my pain.

Cast in the silvery ray of the moon,
I see the silver threads of power in my skin,
the light of the universe reflected in my eyes,
and the strength of my words.

Cast in the silvery light of the moon,
I finally understand I am magic,
the embodiment of stardust, and dreams
filled with the brilliance of life.

Cast in the silvery intensity of the moon,
I see the truth I ignored,
that I am the sun, radiating light
and illuminating the dark of the moon.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Written as part of a series of poems I wrote for a client. I ended up giving her the one that spoke the most to her journey but fell in love with all of them.  

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Day 322: Mystic Women

They pull at your coat
a way to drag you
down and back,
place you safely
in your box.
If only they could
remove the garment
of power you wear.

But what they don’t
understand is you
do not wear power,
you are the strength
of the universe made flesh.
They cannot rip it from you.

It is trying to claim
Air from the skies,
It surrounds you,
fluid and life-giving.

Freely shared to all,
who dare to breathe deeply.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Apologies for the repost- hit post  instead of save by mistake. Thank you

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Day 248: The Undefinable (Sandra)

When silence held my tongue,
you undid the stitches that
woven across my lips.

As I tried to crack open,
windows in trapped rooms,
I had built around myself,
you reminded me that
I was already outside.

I imagine you like the wind,
catching us up in your current,
but you quickly become the sun,
calm and warming.

Sometimes you are the storm,
urging me to move,
to steer the ship
upon which I had lazily
set sail.

Other days you are the sea,
the soulful waves upon
which I can rest my
hurting heart.

But alway you are
a force of love and guidance.
A friend with no compare.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: To start, I need to apologise, this poem was supposed to go up on May 16, but I couldn’t get in the right headspace to create it. I couldn’t help the amount of pressure I put on myself to finish it. Sandra is the only one of my best friends group from high school, who is not in Toronto. Distance, coupled with her aversion to social media (though we are wearing her down) means I don’t always get the chance to tell her how special she is. So when I get the chance, I want every word to be perfect.

You ever have that friend, who is both your biggest cheerleader and person who will tell you off in a heartbeat. That’s my best friend, Sandra. We became friends in Grade 10 when I ended up missing almost a month of classes because of surgeries. I was in a panic about catching up when Janny, told me to ask Sandra. It turned out Sandra was in EVERY SINGLE ONE of my classes. We connected over shared notes and had been best friends since.