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.”
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.
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.