In the companionship of a triple-chocolate donut, a cup of jasmine tea, and a tropical sling bag,
I found comfort and warmth.
We’re having an easy conversation – the four of us,
While passengers queue for the exit.
Tick tock, they’re dwindling…
So are the tea and the donut.
Tick tock, we’re still waiting…
Dare to be different.
Dare to outstand the rest of the picture,
By being small,
Yet making a difference.
Solitude is golden.
It’s when you take pleasure in yourself,
Being who you are.
It’s when you shower yourself
With love and attention,
Speed up as the road is clear,
With street lights lining up,
Lighting the way, front and rear.
Brace yourself for whatever comes up.
There are roads less travelled.
Quiet and isolated.
You’ll find no crowd,
Nor any feast arranged.
Just you, and the road,
And the sun beaming the warmth you need
Every now and then, so that
You know you’re not forgotten.
Pillows as soft as a dreamy lullaby,
Carry you to another dimension in their comfort.
Rest, and enjoy what the time provides as a supply:
The present being of your sort.
Come what may,
The only one who can stop you
Not about how you feel,
Nor how others feel.
Get up and get going.
Come what may.