Most of us go through our lives striving for our hopes and dreams of youth. Along the way we are met with much challenge and adversity. Even in joy we remember the road traveled. We are of the understanding that what lies ahead will offer much of the same but perhaps our perspective widens. We grow skillful in our countenance, for it is in struggle where we are met with our most noble and triumphant self.
In my own journey, I have made witness to the pains of humanity, the debilitating woes of disappointment and the reassurance that each day brings a new light. Until then, in these moments of reflection, I sit beneath a lingering cloud that haunts my hours this day.
There are times where I feel that I am living the centuries before my own. Perhaps this what they speak of, when characterizing as an 'old soul'.
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There is a darkness that looms in the air as a heavy
weighted blanket.
A dense thickening that surrounds and suffocates.
Trees fallen barren arching their knotted branches
toward the sky in hopes of sunlight.
If ever was a time when days felt long and sullen,
a heart that breaks to no end.
Bastards, of childless unions like a phantom echo
of a life that was to be,
now void of the simplest pleasures.
A torn chasm into which I fall deeper,
losing my spirit in a darkening slumber.
Without purpose or reason,
I am lost in memories that have not yet occurred
but they bewitch me no less.
Is there a day like any other,
where the premonitions of a young girl may find their
expression?
The scars running endlessly
cutting without discretion into the flesh that grows cold.
I await an escape from this treacherous cage
that thwarts my wings to fly.
