When man loses sight of who he is
Disappears under a rubble of thought
Trifles and baubles they rule
Profoundity lost
Who am I? Traits, thoughts, emotions?
I make a stew for myself of these
And slurp it down real quick
The warmth lingers
Makes me happy
The mixture sometimes is not right
I lose myself and wander away
The road is far and I am slow
I fall down occasionally and break some bones
It hurts but I return to follow my path
The destination is close
I ache with that sure knowledge
It will come to me as surely as the sun rises
I must hurry
I see first light...
1 comment:
Absolutely loved it:) very inspiring and full of hope. A reflection of a person who is not afraid to take risk, not afraid to fall, nor pick up the pieces. So you:)
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