She chose to walk alone.
Though others wondered why.
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.
She didn't have companions.
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were puppet strings.
She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.
She longed to be a flame.
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.
Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.
Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.
The trees, they say, stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it
Said the story played out well.
She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...
And then she was gone.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
What if I make the wrong choice?
People keep telling me, "I think you've made the right choice", "You're walking down a path and you need to swerve off", "This world will set you free".
STOP! I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore. I'm so unsure of everything right now, every word is just another thing to confuse me.
What if I keep messing up? What if I'm supposed to mess up? What am I supposed to do next? What if the picture below is the rest of my life?
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
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