Standing out in the rain, looking straight ahead at the path.
All there is to see is the darkness of the night.
The darkness that hides the eyes.
The darkness that hides the truth.
The showers of the rain rushed down the street, and across the dark night.
Its roaring sound secretly hides the fast pace of the heartbeat.
Thoughts pondered in the mind.
How will this path be like?
Will it be dangerous?
Though scare to take the first step of this journey, little hope starts to sparkle.
The rain no longer roars in fiery.
Instead, its drops are slow and tranquil.
Looking out to the dark sky, tiny stars start to twinkle in assurance.
Assurance that everything will be alright.
Assurance that the rain will stop and the path can be finish.
Walking down this journey no longer raises anxiety nor fear, but a sense of bravery.
The sense of mastering the skill to courageously put the fears behind, and look straight ahead.
The heart no longer races, but beats in a tune of melody and joy.
As the path comes to an end, the darkness of the night finally has surrender and the brightness of hope has taken control.
The rain no longer drizzles down the street.
Instead, the beautiful arch of the rainbow gloriously made this path worth the effort.
After all, after bearing a little rain, the rainbow will come out.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Trapped
Where can you go if you can't turn left or right?
When you have to stand in that same place, unable to lean to the left or move to the right.
You feel that you're trapped in those walls, with no access of your own beyond your reach.
You feel attached to those walls, the walls you once called home.
The home that constructed who you are, but you suffocate being locked behind those doors.
No more inhaling the refreshing scent of vanilla, you breathe in the toxic smell of fuel.
Where can you go if you can't turn left or right?
When the place that once created your cheerful memories now fill your albums with heartaches and pain.
You feel necessary to stay trapped behind those walls, even though your heart crys in pain each night.
You feel sentimental to those walls, the walls that sheltered you through all the lonely nights.
The nights when no one stood by your side, but you shudder because of your own loneliness.
No longer seeing the bright sky that once made you smile, your world is now dark as the night for every hour.
When you have to stand in that same place, unable to lean to the left or move to the right.
You feel that you're trapped in those walls, with no access of your own beyond your reach.
You feel attached to those walls, the walls you once called home.
The home that constructed who you are, but you suffocate being locked behind those doors.
No more inhaling the refreshing scent of vanilla, you breathe in the toxic smell of fuel.
Where can you go if you can't turn left or right?
When the place that once created your cheerful memories now fill your albums with heartaches and pain.
You feel necessary to stay trapped behind those walls, even though your heart crys in pain each night.
You feel sentimental to those walls, the walls that sheltered you through all the lonely nights.
The nights when no one stood by your side, but you shudder because of your own loneliness.
No longer seeing the bright sky that once made you smile, your world is now dark as the night for every hour.
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