Everything and Nothing – Day Two


Thought of the Day by Maria Fokas A Stolen Childhood  Does life repeat itself? In the news this morning, I heard that bullying is now a criminal offense, but in the States, all those years ago, it wasn’t. No one likes talking about having been bullied. Sharing moments of being degraded is seldom comforting. Maybe it’s difficult to talk about things we believe we have no control over. Hearing the news brought back a memory; not as cruel in comparison to many stories out there, but to a nine-year old, there is no such thing as a comparison to a … Continue reading Everything and Nothing – Day Two

Scars Set in Stone


Scars Set in Stone by Maria Fokas Just because you buried our journey Does not make it disappear Just because you have forsaken me Does not mean you never loved me That I have succumbed to defeat Does not mean I wanted to leave Your silence never depicted indifference As my smile did not prove a trace of hope Of stories which trouble the heart In words which sicken the soul Everywhere an abundance of woe: A half-finished love affair bound to crucifixion A misdeed triggered to destroy a kind gesture A deserted dream to leverage false sense of balance … Continue reading Scars Set in Stone

Aylan’s last Day


Aylan’s last Day by Maria Fokas How can this be the best of all possible worlds? Ashamed – The absurdity of life is nothing novel, but what is? Is it the indifference; the way we claim to care; the way we portray our humanity; the helplessness we’ve come accustomed to? Maybe it’s the way in which our thoughts numb up, while there is still a chance to make things right. A knot in my throat; I almost cry; but rage takes the place of sorrow – Aylan Kurdi’s last day; an image of utter failure – a tragic death triggered … Continue reading Aylan’s last Day

I wonder


I Wonder by Maria Fokas Broken dreams in a recycle bin. Caring with violence; no means to an end. How tragic to claim trust in such a way; to wrap up your love for all kinds of occasions. Mistakes which keep repeating themselves all pile up, for no one to see. The law which keeps conforming to twist the truth – protecting the enemy.  I wonder about all these things.  I wonder how it all started, and if it will ever end. I wonder how to stop it, then laugh at my arrogance to ever think I could. And I … Continue reading I wonder