Lisa Beaumont

SCULPTED - How we can be born twice

I

Have been sculpted by life.

Chip,

Followed by  blow after blow until my form was revealed.

Before the stroke, my material was concealed,

My full form hidden

When the stroke smashed into me I didn’t crack,

The material withstood and took shape.

A new me was created, I discovered new ways to live  

A new me

Confusing for those who thought they knew me

Who is she?

a new start

I have two birthdays. Celebrate

Shashi Gupta

My ink dries up as do my tears
But after the rain, come lovely thoughts
That I need to pen down for others to see
The ink in my pen writes them down for you and me.

Pages are penned in ink so blue
Letters are written and saved in a box
Will you one day come back from where you've gone
Peep into my heart and read what I've penned for you.

Invisible is the ink with which I write on my heart
For your eyes only is this note I write
Scribble with my blood and hope it survives
For it is the pain you gave that leads me on to write.