The Messy Transformations
We all celebrate happy endings,
But we seldom get to know the messy transformations
The messy middles
where the roads are windy and no end is in sight,
Yet we must continue...
Where life seems like quick sand
yet every moment is ages long
Where we want to find ourselves
Yet we find ourselves running away from self
Where we are bruised
Where hope and hopelessness stand diluted
Where love, trust and faith are continuously
threatened by betrayal, fear and loss
Where the eyes are wet
But we struggle to find what the wetness is about
Is it because how far we have progressed or coz we don't know how much more there is to go
Where the inner noise continuously shadows the silence of the wilderness
The messy middles that we must pass through coz
we are already far out of light in search of a newer light, where we are marching through dark
carefully observing and hopefully embracing
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