Stuck

Opposing perspectives
Press against me
Blank my mind
Silence falls
Treating my silence as yes

Many perspectives
Encircle around me
Hang my system
Deep thinking create silence
Being misunderstood as yes

Pressed from five sides
Live for Christ, Household, workplace, church, friendship
Being stuck in the middle
Answer yes or no put me in the wrong
Everything seems to my disadvantages

Seeking the Lord for discernment
Learning to understand
Consult the Lord
Awaiting His intervention

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 14 June 2016

In the family, my parents often argue with each other. I often listen to my parents. Only receive slaps thrice at my butt. His bad temper scares me. Now I begin to understand myself and others. When both parties disagree based on their opinions, I feel stuck in the middle. Upon receiving Christ, I also feel stuck. I thank the Lordfor the people and the books He leads me to and even the things I do unknowingly. Now I learn to discern and the good and bad points from opposing perspectives and to learn to balance it. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

In Between

Whole body loses strength
Brain dozes off
Stuck
In Between
Dream and reality
Unable to rise my body
Locked in the dream state

A last message remained in the dream
Once the whole message is
Conveyed
Consciousness regains
Eyes open wide
No strength and energy to move body
Awaiting time to regain strength

Living in between dream and reality
Dream or spiritual realm?
Reality or physical realm?
Living in between spiritual and physical world

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 1 November 2015 at 5:30pm

While I sit on the sofa awaiting for my son going to shower, my brain doze off. My heart pumps harder. Body loses strength and eyes can’t open. I hears voices from the reality. My son calls me to sleep on bed. A postman. At the same time, I am in the dream. The house is calmly dark. I go to the kitchen where my husband talks to me. He says that he is flying to his hometown in November. I keep quiet. Only to wake up with body and hands losing strength. Migraine relapse worsens. Heart pumps faster. I feel there is a discrepancy between the month my husband goes to Sabah. The air ticket he booked is in December. Is it a death message? Normally, I don’t take nap. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

PULL and PULL!

Pull! Pull!
Attempting to
Pull out the stuck paper
Paper is stuck in the printer
In the printer’s feeding roll.
Pull! Pull!
To no avail!
Pull! Pull!
To no avail!

Seek my husband
Who reaches home from work.
Minutes pass by
He calls me
He instructs me
He guides me
To
The printer location
To
Remove the stuck paper.
Pull! Pull!
Successfully.

I feel foolish
I feel ashamed
For my panic
Causing me
Can’t think
Anymore.
This incident
Plays repeatingly
In my mind
I feel foolish repeatingly
I feel ashamed repeatingly
Of my panic mind
Of my panic mind . . .

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Inspiration On: Friday, 22 March 2013 at 10:42pm

I bought 250gsm paper and attempting to print my name card. At first, the printer refused to feed it so I called the printer’s brand model. The staff checked that the model laser printer can’t accept more than 163gsm paper. Then I bought 154gsm paper. The printer also refuses to feed it. After thrice attempts, the paper was feed in and stuck halfway. The rest incidents were explained and expressed at the above poetry.

Trapped Head

Pushing head into trolley basket
Curiously
For fun
For play
But . . .
But . . .
Can’t!
Can’t
Pull out his head.
Stuck!
Head is trapped!
Head is trapped in the basket!

BANG!
Trolley falls to sideway.
Hold hard with his hands.
But . . .
Still . . .
Head is trapped!
Head is trapped in the basket!
Wail for help!
WAILING!
SHRIEKING!
Grandpa comes to his rescue.
Gradually and patiently
Pull out his head from
Trolley’s basket.
Resolving
Not to do anymore.

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Inspiration On: Friday, 22 February 2013 at 10:52pm

The above incident occurred in the morning while I was inside my bathroom. His mind is always full funny ideas out of curiosity and often got into trouble. Then he learns his lesson. With speech warning is not enough. Sometimes, I just can’t help it. At night, then my helper told me the incident.

Like A Sandwich

Like a sandwich being stuck
In between two arguers causing fret to
The peacemaker one hoping peace.

Like a sandwich being protected
From both side of the traffic roads
During crossing the zebra cross.

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 1 December 2012 at 8:45pm
Revised On: Tuesday, 4 December 2012 at 1:20am

While I was bringing my toddler out with my husband, the word sandwich came to my mind when both of us held his hands to cross the road. Then the feeling of being stuck during arguments between families and friends occurred upon the middle man who is trying to resolve the issue.

The poetry began with, “Stuck in between like a sandwich. Protected from both sides like a sandwich.” before it is being revised into haiku.