Delusion

While running back to the olden times
imagining the intervals when
you went away for a while,
there was a sea
of your thoughts on my barren heart.
The cruel tides
were pushing the walls.
The memories were dark
and congested like dark clouds.

I prayed for the fog,
so I could expect
some rain droplets
of comfort from the sky.
But those clouds turned to be
wrathful with severe wind.
I misconceived
the lightning with light.

That all brought to me
the thunderstorm.
I begged for the shelter
but I didn’t find.

I waited for a moment
in a delusional state
and found myself
on a different star.

I heard my delusion
whispering in my ear:
“You have found
Peace, serenity and comfort.”

© Simona Prilogan, March 2019

London, 2023

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I’m Simona

One day, I tumbled from a tiny star called Dream and landed in a cup of Hope, just beyond the zone of hard work, where daily wishes meet reality.

I’ve always dreamed of visiting Antarctica, though I haven’t made it there yet! Until then, I journey through the intricate landscapes of the human body in my work at the hospital, tracking the unseen stories of cells.

When I step outside my comfort zone, you might find me on a train to Eastbourne, Matlock, or Canterbury, breathing in the fresh air and gathering inspiration. I return with pockets full of poetic ideas, though time rarely lets me write them all down.

London’s endless rainy days often set the stage for my impromptu singing performances on my way to work. I love dancing too, especially the waltz, though I’m a bit too shy to twirl in the rain.

I have a soft spot for pasta, coffee, chocolate, and a good laugh. Politics might elude me, but the human soul does not. And if there’s one thing I believe in, it’s this: Love is our strongest emotion, survival instinct, and essential need.

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