Freedom?

Once a little girl sat alone at the top of a cliff

peering over the ledge, her legs dangled in empty space

and her mind began to turn

“What is it that keeps holding me down? Why can’t I just let go?”

The girl stood, sending rock and debree crumbling into nothingness

As her thoughts grew into curiosity and temptation, she felt a familiar breath consume her

and her body grew cold.

As the icy hands of time plastered her feet to the earth the girl cried in frustration

“Why do you hold me so? All I want to do is fly”

as the silence began to overwhelm her, a voice replied from the dark

“Because my dear, you need wings to fly, but first you must earn the tools to build your freedom”

“But how do I earn the tools if you keep me cemented to the earth?” the girl asked

“Through time and patience child.” the voice responded.

“for without struggle and desire, we can not truely appreciate what it means to soar.”

What I’ve lost

Spend too long looking back at the life I’ve left behind

Times have changed in what seems a blink of an eye

My thoughts consumed with pictures of you

Images of what could have been if I’d only known

If I’d recognised the way I feel, seen what was in front of me

Maybe I wouldn’t feel alone in this world

Lost amongst the ever evolving space between us

It’s like I’m seeing clearly for the first time

Seeing without ash covered glasses

Without the fog that’s lifting now

And I’m left without you next to me

You probably don’t remember, probably don’t think of me

For I am nothing to your world

A muffled image of what has been

And all that’s left is memories

Of what could have been, if I’d only seen without ash tinted glasses.

Thinking thoughts

This is just a little place for me to express my thoughts, feelings and ideas. It’s a place for me to be truely honest – something that I feel is lacking in my life. This blog is simply a place for me to record my thoughts, writings and emotions with anonymity. Even if only I look at what is said and written, it’s somewhere for me to document my ever changing life with honesty through original poems and stories, with assistance from images that I feel further express and portray how I think and feel.

Through honesty and expression, I hope to find inner peace and uncover the truth that is sometimes lost in my thoughts.