Losing Journeys

"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.