As I walked down the roads
That I’ve once walked through before,
With every step
I grew more and more.
Like wings inside a cocoon,
I watched as the dancing flowers
Started to bloom.
While the warmhearted wind
Stroked my hair,
It sent me to a childhood of laughter,
And joy beyond compare.
Memories stitching together to form a
Reality that is untouched,
I held on
And I clutched,
To what was left
Which wasn’t much.
I searched for a difference,
That has made me so different.
Looking for the scratches of
Time’s cruel hands.
The weakness, the loss of pride
The crumbling of the lands.
But I never found it.
I looked towards the sky as the
Tinkling sound of the stars nudged on my ears.
Then suddenly I was
Ripped away of all my fears.
As the tape of memories
Scrolled by my eyes,
With every feeling, sensation and sight.
I’ve been a
Victim of my own thoughts,
Thinking it’s all alright.
But that’s not the truth.
No matter how hard I try, to cover up the
Rips, of frustration, heartache and fear.
And if there’s
One thing clear.
It’s that those rips stretch and extend
Through every seen and unseen corner of the
Fabric of time,
And still lurk in the shadows of the
Heaven like beauty that it creates.
With that the
Monster of destruction it awakes.
Choking to be spoken the words of the
Spilling victim are kept concealed,
Controlled and never found,
For so long, that the
Eyes themselves have managed to
Grip and tell a story without a single
Sound.
Like a child that never ages
While the wind constantly changes.
Broken and destroyed their cages.
Happy and joyful their faces.
They are undefeated.
Because when the world
Strips them of their light they stay seated.
With the world’s cruelness they see
Compassion.
And with nothing at all they see
Satisfaction.
Sometimes it isn’t easy,
But sometimes it is what is meant.
They survive off the memories of the
Past.
While creating everlasting
Present.
