"What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace?
When shadows wish for light"
- Irial, Ink Exchange by Melissa Marr
There are so many things to do in life, many choices to make, many mistakes to learn from, many roads of happiness to follow and the list just goes on. Have you ever felt lost from all of these? I guess that's one of the downside with free will : the choices are endless. But on the bright side, we can do things the way we want based on our priorities. What's confusing though is this question: what are our priorities? And other questions just pile up. So I guess the bottom line here is that: It's so easy to get lost in life.
Like many of you out there, I have felt lost so many times and sometimes or most of the times I don't know the reason why although fortunately I have found someone I can trust to guide me back whenever I get lost: God. Although it wasn't always this way and as I said before, my most familiar form of writing is through poems and here is one that I made sometime last year which I just found recently when sorting through old books.
A journey
When she started this journey
She knew she'd always be lonely
She didn't know if she could survive
She just wanted to know what it was to be alive.
She packed her bags one morning
Hoping this journey would stop her mourning
Her mourning to the unknown, left unrevealed
She carried these feelings yet kept it concealed.
With head faced down, she walked away
It didn't matter if she'll fall astray
With dark black eyes glued to the ground, no one stared
Her black hair's messy, clothes are torn, but no one cared.
She knew where it started, but didn't know the middle
Everything was nothing but a complicated riddle
It was hard to figure out, she thought it would be forever unsolved
But life still went on, the world still revolved
She soon felt the end coming
When she suddenly felt something
Something she had not felt before
A lost spirit that drifted ashore
Nothing much changed since that journey
In the end, she was still lonely
But she found a home that lead back home
She knew that if she followed, it would show her why she was alone
She then realized: the ending of her journey was just the beginning
And that you should remember where you've been before you start moving
She knows she still has a long way to go
But she believes she'll reach it someday - she knows.
-Ella :)
Well I know that my poem isn't really one of the best, but I hope that no one will use it in any other sites or in any other way without my permission. Thank you.
Anyway, I hope you will not label me as emo or any other labels 'cause labelling are for narrow-minded people. People are more than just their labels, you know? Like for example, if you label someone a nerd they may be athletic as well in different sports (and not just chess). Get what I mean? No one is ever as simple as they appear to be. Everyone is complex one way or the other, no matter how they appear to be. Well anyway, I should stop my blabbing over here. Thanks for reading :)
Remember: Just because you may not (always) believe in God, doesn't mean eh stops believing in you.
