My Life’s Canvas

In the gallery of existence, my life's canvas spread,

Brushstrokes of others, a tapestry they've led.

Artists around me, each with a stroke,

Painting narratives, words they invoke.

They defined me.

Bold strokes of expectations, colors of desire,

From brushes that dance in other’s hand,

A masterpiece in progress, yet a story unseen,

Hidden secrets within my canvas, a tale grand.

Yet they don’t know me.

Brushstrokes reflect hopes and fears,

Painting a journey through the passing years.

With brushes in my hand, I try to paint. 

Yet, my hand trembles, fear of disappointment

But why do I care so much?

A silent symphony of wishes untold,

A canvas unfolds, stories unfold.

Each stroke, a whisper of my heart's quiet plea,

Afraid my canvas won't reflect the truest me.

But who am I?

Colors swirl, a dance of emotions within,

Hesitation echoes, a timid origin.

For in imperfection, beauty finds its place,

A masterpiece born from vulnerability's grace.

No, no, no, I’m not afraid (crying and shaking)

I'll paint with courage, with colors bold,

Craft my own story, as the tale is told.

For in this canvas, uniquely mine,

I reclaim the strokes, each curve, each line.

Because I AM.

By Kervy Delcy

The Ghost of you

I am governed by an angry star,

Every time I think of you.                                                                                                                  

I cry, I smile, and I cry again,

Chasing the ghost of you.

 

we used to watch the sky together,

sitting under the clear weather.

now in vacant chairs your absence remains,

And in red blood my heart is stained.

 

Emptiness is now the view of my sight.

Your quaint face is what memories see.

Haunted by your smell in midnight dreams.

But I opened my eyes and you’re not here.

 

You used to call me by your name,`

But now my own I must reclaim.

We used to sing the song of love,

But now my thoughts subdued and dull.

 

Simple things remind me of you.

And I see your face in stranger’s smile.

My happiness is now defiled.

Haunted by the ghost of you.

 

 

By Kervy Delcy

My Heart is Dismayed Inside of me

Shadows of yesterday

Have faded away.

Yet- Another day

without my lover's voice.

Shadows of yesterday,

Have faded away.

My heart, is left in dismay,

Knowing, he might have run away.

Now- My lover is left astray,

And- My heart can no longer rejoice.

My spirit grows faint within me,

And my heart is dismayed inside of me.

How can I go on...

when my strength is hidden in his presence?

what did I do wrong...

That led me to his absence?

Shadows of tomorrow,

Will also fade away.

Somehow- I must find my way,

For I can't keep living in sorrow.

In the mist of dawn

In the mist of dawn

My lover was gone.

I searched beneath the stars,

The road that leads to far.

Weary, I reached the town,

But he was not around.

His voice low and tender

Echoed over by river.

Hope, then touched my heart,

With a smile, I walked the path.

My sight deceit and wry

Fell upon his mistress’ eyes.

Hours have passed since,

Now the light of day is on my skin.

Side by side the lovers sit.

As he slowly kisses her lips

III: Tears of a broken heart

My mind, consumed by every part of you.

My heart bleeds every time I think of you.

My face, drenched in tears caused by you.

My memory is now haunted by the ghost of you.

And now I sing the song of sorrow.

With the tears of a broken heart.

When thunder of hopeless streamed,

I was the strength in your weakness.

When you gazed over the gloomy grave,

I was the light in your darkness.

But now, by her side you spread your glory,

On the gaze of the moon.

Twilights from the east is in your eyes.

Reflecting the crystal of calm.

Every time she’s by your side,

Consumed by her charm,

You left me far behind.

With a teary and broken heart.

BONDAGE

By Kervy Delcy

Written for Ensemble Reflets du Silence

I

“Over here!” one voice beckons,

A siren song laced with urgency,

"No, over here!" insists another,

Pulling at the threads of my attention,

I am caught in a whirlwind of echoes,

Each call a fragment of a life I might lead.

The tug-of-war of desires,

Each whisper a promise,

Yet none resonate with my own,

So I follow,

Drifting like a leaf on a restless breeze,

Yearning to find my footing,

To find my voice in this cacophony,

But for now, I am a vessel,

Empty, waiting to be filled.

II. The Chains of Inheritance

Generations whispered through the walls,

Echoes of dreams that faded,

In a house where love once reigned,

Now ghosts of hope lie muted,

Heavy burdens woven in the fabric of our lives,

Stitched with threads of fear and pride,

Each sigh, a testament to what was lost,

What was never mine to bear.

I walk through shadows of ancestors,

Their choices heavy as lead,

Cautious steps on a path of thorns,

How to unlearn the lessons of despair?

Fingers tracing scars, old stories told,

Their pain binds us tighter than blood,

But in the heart of darkness, a spark,

A flicker of light, a whisper of change.

III. The Quest for Self

I yearn for the freedom to find my name,

Beyond the weight of legacy,

To sculpt my truth from the clay of existence,

Crafting identity anew, not in rebellion,

But in the grace of understanding,

The right to forge my way,

An artist painting a life unconfined,

With colors of joy, sorrow, and strength.

In mirrors, I search for the soul beneath,

Peeling layers of expectation,

Confronting the faces of those who came before,

A lineage not only of blood but of belief,

Each reflection, a story, a choice,

In the mosaic of my becoming.

I stand at the crossroads,

Where past and future collide,

Choosing the road less traveled,

Defining my own truth, one step at a time.

IV. The Weight of Inheritance

With every heartbeat, I feel the tremor of history,

Generations of sorrow etched into my bones,

Mountains of unspoken grief rising like tidal waves,

The inherited weight of struggles not my own,

A silent legacy, heavy yet unseen,

Each cry from the past reverberating unanswered,

A haunting chorus carried in my blood.

But within this inherited ache, I find my pulse,

A rhythm forged by those who endured before me,

It whispers, “Their strength is yours,”

Fingers of the past reaching out, intertwining,

Binding pain with resilience, loss with love.

Together, we transform the burden into purpose,

Weaving a mosaic of healing and hope,

Where every shared sorrow becomes a bond,

And every step forward honors the weight we rise above.

V. The Complexity of Relationships

Every bond I’ve known has cut me open,

A jagged knife disguised as an outstretched hand.

In the space where trust should bloom,

I find only silence, heavy and sharp,

A battlefield of promises made and broken,

With each word, a shard of glass lodged in my throat.

What is a connection but a fragile illusion?

A cruel trick, luring me closer,

Only to watch me shatter against the weight of betrayal.

The faces I’ve held closest have become shadows,

Cold specters linger, whispering about my failures.

I’ve carried the echoes of their judgment,

Their apathy carved wounds too deep to heal.

Even in the light, the darkness follows,

A parasite feeding on every hesitant hope.

The scars are not reminders of strength,

But monuments to the pain I’ve borne,

Proof that I am a vessel for suffering,

An atlas of agony charted by trembling hands.

And yet, the weight of these broken ties

Clings to me like a second skin.

Not as a testament to resilience,

But as a warning: I am made of fractures,

And in my solitude, I remain whole.

VI. The Echoes of Faith

In the silence of night, I search for God,

A presence felt yet often unseen,

Wrestling with questions that pierce the soul,

Is faith a refuge or a shackle?

In prayers whispered through clenched fists,

I seek solace in the divine paradox,

Finding strength in surrender,

Wisdom in the struggle of belief.

Religion, a tapestry of contradictions,

Threads of hope woven through despair,

Yet in every hymn sung and prayer uttered,

I find the echoes of humanity,

A quest for connection, understanding,

In the sanctity of shared faith,

We rise together, breaking free,

From the bondage of fear,

Embracing the freedom to believe.

VII. Breaking the Bonds

So here I stand, at the precipice,

Determined to break the chains that bind,

To redefine what it means to be whole,

To embrace the journey of becoming,

Not as a victim of my inheritance,

But as the architect of my fate.

With every step, I shed the weight,

Of expectations and burdens unearned,

Forging a path illuminated by truth,

With love as my compass,

And hope as my guide,

I will rise, I will soar,

From the ashes of the past,

To create a legacy anew,

Where bondage transforms into freedom,

Where identity flourishes in the light of authenticity.