Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: memories

  • My Secret Rose Garden

    My Secret Rose Garden

    My Secret Rose Garden

    I am timid and an introvert
    I don’t have any tattoos
    Nevertheless, memories are engravings on my mind
    I let the wind carry me like a small leaf
    Not caring about the circumstances that might happen
    Sometimes, my soul’s pain perturbs my secret rose garden
    I might be bizarre since I wear only dresses
    Daydreaming most of the time
    Whilst surrounded by bouquets of tuberoses, jasmines and crimson roses
    Uncertain is my future life
    Fragile like a tiny crystal flower
    Listening to a Chopin’s Prelude
    While the darkness embraces me and I lay languidly on my bed
    Thinking and dreaming
    Love is a delightful pain that bewilders my soul
    And the more I love, the more I desire to love.
    Esther Racah

  • The Paroxysm Of My Anxieties

    The Paroxysm Of My Anxieties

    The Paroxysm Of My Anxieties

    The Paroxysm of my anxieties
    Whenever I force myself to forget and forgive
    Like an explosion inside my head
    Memories hurt me profoundly and harshly
    Leaving me astonished
    Trying to survive
    In such a society
    I was guilty, and I am guilty to be pretty
    I was responsible, and I am responsible for being a woman
    My body and my personality had always been the issues
    Since I was provoking and I provoke too much
    So many times, I had the shame of myself
    So many times, I had to hide inside hideous and baggy clothes
    Panicking and freezing
    I wish I were born a glowing star
    So unreachable and untouchable
    In the infinity and sublimity of the universe.
    Esther Racah

  • In The Chasm Of Anguishes

    In The Chasm Of Anguishes

    In The Chasm Of Anguishes

    In the chasm of anguishes
    My soul wanders in a desolate immensity
    Faraway, I can hear the echo of a storm
    A violent tempest obscures all the realm
    In silence, I wait immobile
    My memories seize me and entrap me
    Now anguishes and grief welcome me
    And I lose control of my discernment
    Never I will reacquire my old self again
    I became a new person
    Although I am a turmoil of emotions
    Being a soul wandering in a noplace
    I consider each moment of life as a small step
    A minor step to advance in the knowledge of the material world
    I have to abandon my utopistic world made of absurd dreams
    I feel the fears like a frozen wall made of steel
    In the torpour, I try to find a reasonable sense of this life
    All those pains and anguishes build a chasm
    A chasm swallowing every hope and ambition of mine
    The coldness and the darkness of this material reality are overwhelming
    Now I only feel disquiet, and I will never feel safe.
    Esther Racah

  • The Fragility Of Life

    The Fragility Of Life

    The Fragility Of Life

    The fragility of life is like scattered fragments of memories
    My mind is lost in the obliviousness, and I become immaterial
    I find my haven in solitude and wilderness
    I remain bewildered because of the anguishes I endure
    Fears become my constant companions
    Loneliness can sometimes be arduous
    Loneliness can sometimes be a choice
    Life is like a candle flame that will be extinguished
    Everything perishes, and dreams become mere illusions
    Derealization can be a way to connect with my true self
    Sometimes knowledge can be a regression
    Passions enslave and love decays
    Sincerity can deceive, and insolence can empower
    Boldness can be frailty, and idiocy can be mistaken for talent
    Banality can be mistaken for wisdom
    It isn’t worth following the fads
    Awards and praises will not come from it.
    Esther Racah

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