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I Promise

I promise I will wish no more
If only I had but one wish
How bad can one wish be?
One wish, and happily ever after, with certainty.

I need that dream job, without which
I am but a nobody stuck in nobody land
Of course, once the dream job presents itself
I know my dreams would have changed, alas!

So, I promise I will wish no more
If only I had but one wish
Wish is simple and singular this time, I promise
The last wish, the most supreme wish

Nothing will break around me
Not hearts, not bodies, not dreams, not glass
Heck, even the machines, when they break
it is my heart that ends up breaking

Alas, I am wishing for machines now
But imagine for a moment, will you?
An unbreakable home, an unbreakable bond
Unbreakable appliances, unbreakable cars, why not?

Unbreakable determination, unbreakable promises
Who cares, mine or yours, unbreak-ability must be nirvana.
Will that fill the void of hunger inside my heart?
Sprinkle it with happiness, joy forever.

So, here it goes over again
As long as sun shines and sparkles
The rivers flow down valleys
Babies are born, cities are renovated

I promise I will wish no more
If only I had but one wish

By Mars D. Gill

From an early age I wanted to make connections with people from across the globe. Allowing emotions to escape the deep recesses of one’s mind, and be spilled into a sheet of paper for the world to read lays an opportunity for reader and writer to combine in a nameless bond, one of oneness, and intrigue. It bares a private part of the writer for all to see. It is daunting and exciting. If a written word can dissipate the worry from another heart, if a written word can bring to a face a smile or a tear, then that connection is complete, and a word shatters the physical distance and brings souls together in harmony and joy. This is my dream, only a dream at the moment.

When I was 15 years old, we got a new English teacher. She spoke so beautifully and clearly and made me want to be a better person. Despite my age-old struggle with language(s), I was fascinated by the world of writing. My teacher inspired me to be a constant memory keeper. I feel at some level she taught me how to think.

Now years later, I am blessed with a career and a family that keeps me busy. However it is that 15-year-old in me that is knocking on my heart and via this little personal web site, urging for outlet for my life-long aspirations of writing and as well as begging for validation of all the dreams, old and new that just do not go away. So, here I am on word press with my own website to see where my dreams take me.

2 replies on “I Promise”

I hope our writing friendship is never broken. I love this post!

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