A thousand little daggers
piercing my heart,
Countless tries to pluck them apart
Not one of them turns into an art.
It was just drizzling and I wanted to step outside.
But somehow, I coudnt.
I was looking for someone to give me a little push,
even tho I never needed one when I was little.
Time took from me the courage to offer myself to the rain.
Now it was
only thru the winds I dared, to touch the rain.
It’s not the aesthetics I am in awe of .. but the way you illuminate yourself to light way for others , when all that surrounds you is darkness.
~ ( Forever a moon gazer)
Why is that while everything around is burning to ashes , the “supreme creature human” is as cold as ever ?
A time when we have no water just egos to gulp down our throats.
A time when we have no air just miseries to breath up.
A time when we have no trees just concrete dust to look up.
But what’s there to worry,
Aren’t we all headed towards glory ?
Well that’s what has been taught to us in theory ..
It’s time..we say sorry.
How do you intend to catch the rainbow, without a little of rain …?
Sometimes I want to bare it all
But then I decide to wait till the next fall.
Hoping that the winter isn’t that cold.
Hoping that till then I can hold.
I fight with all that’s left,
Even when my heart is totally bereft, of hope.