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Challenge of the Month VI: April
Something to Lose. What does it feel like to cherish something or someone with every fiber of your being? Is it terrifying, as though any second it could disappear? Or is it a source of comfort, solid ground to stand on, an anchor? Write about having something to lose. $100 purse to the winner. The best entries will be shared with publishers. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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IamShing

Glory of love; Gift of loneliness

Since I lived inside her womb,

To the first ever touch of her bosom.

The way she holds me,

The softness of her voice

when she talks to me.

Mommy makes me feel inspired,

She is my first love.

His machismo & strong muscles,

To his mustache & huge chest.

Makes me feel too much safety,

Especially when he carries me.

I know he will protect me,

For his braveness & wit secured me.

Since then, I fell in love with daddy.

Her features completes me,

She got what was lack of me.

She sustained me with affection,

And in return I gave her attention.

She takes away my bad days,

And gives me sunshine rays.

I was lucky, I found my other half.

He walks with me to school,

Plays football & basketball.

And rides with our bicycles.

He was more than a peer,

For me, he was a brother.

He gives me companion

And an unbreakable union.

All my life I gripped

On my mother’s love,

On my father’s strength,

On my lover’s care,

& my friend’s squire.

There were a lot of smiles,

Cascading hopes,

Colorful butterflies,

And vivid rainbows.

But, not everyday is a sunny day.

There were times when I cried too.

When I was ten I had my first heartbreak,

My first love, my mommy left me

So sad, fragile, and lonely.

While daddy, my protector

Had fed me to the prey.

He left a young child,

Scared and starved.

Fifteen years later,

I got married, but,

She, just like mommy and daddy,

Left me with a broken heart.

He went away with Johnny,

And took away our baby.

And Peter, my one and only friend

He was far away, in another country.

I was split in two,

Those commitments I had

With people I so love,

Broke me into pieces.

But, no matter how ruined I got

I still hang on to my mom’s love,

Daddy’s strength, my wife’s affection

And Peter’s companion

Because since I was young,

From the moment of conception.

Commitment taught me two things:

Love and loneliness.

And, a fifty-seven-year-old me,

Had embraced both

The glory of love

And the gift of loneliness.

Both gave me the courage

To carry on alone

Upto this age.