The dive

She told me it was heavy
to carry around all the hate,
All of her organs were suffering
Under that eerie weight.

For her, it was like sinking down
the ocean of her own dreams,
Instead of water, grief was running
through her heart, polluting the streets.

A soul so full of hope
roaming around like a butterfly,
She asked me to make her laugh
till it really feels safe to cry.

In the strands of her hair
I saw some tickling magic,
And I want her to know;
You are going to swim through sorrows
Even if this dive feels tragic.

By Kajal

Hello there, Kajal here! I started blogging in September, 2018. It was purely random as I needed a space to pour my heart and thoughts out. This place is like my safe heaven where I let my fingers and feelings run free to curate poems and to rant about things that are bothering my thoughts. My journey here has been bittersweet and wonderful at the same time. But because of all the love I receive here, I keep coming back to read and to write.You all have been great support and advicers to me and I'm really grateful. Your feedback, emails and comments keep the mermaid inside me going :)

106 replies on “The dive”

Dear Kajal,
So poignant and uplifting to me, truly inspirational!
I was just thinking how so many people are so shallow and never see into the actual depth of a person that they may actually even see each day in their travels, not looking past the surface or beyond the exterior or outer shell. You certainly are not such a person as you look to the inside of a person; into his or her story in order to actually understand who it is you see there before your eyes. These same shallow people are too quick to judge the other person or think they know “the book by its cover;” perhaps sometimes because many people are used to instant gratification or in too much of a hurry to care about anything else other than themselves, but other times its selfish jealousy, bigotry, prejudice and contempt toward another who has something they lack; real genuine gentle compassion within a “pure heart,” something they have not!

I love this piece as it speaks volumes to the pure and fragile heart one that’s just like the beautiful butterflies of the world having to always travel through a tragic and hostile world all-around but always “hoping” to be found, by another with these same redeeming qualities that are like magic; and “hope” is the key to carrying on until that moment comes when all the pain, suffering and grief can be released to one who will care enough to see into this pure of heart soul, that has so much to release and share; a love that grows so deep, so not to fear, to take that leap, which is in my eyes, of “faith!”

Your Friend in spirit and hope,

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Hi Kajal, absolutely, you’re always welcome! I really like you and all that you write; you are one fine Lady and it’s my pleasure to be acquainted with you here, and I always look forward to continued dialog about each other’s writings, as well as you are free to ask me about anything as I’ll try my best to be helpful to you. God Bless You and Yours.
My Best,

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