Best On Writing And Wordsjourney Poems
My journey started in a small way..
Walking, jogging, sometimes running.
It has started and stopped,
Been derailed by arid landscapes,
and drowned by self doubt.
While the view is ever changing
And the road can be bumpy,
The journey has been the thing
That stays with me during bleak times,
And lights the dark parts of my heart.
Seeming
Eons ago,
I picked up my pen,
put it to paper
my journey began
Smooth at first
the plains did appear,
as mountains neared,
I suddenly,
felt fear
As highways rose
brushing the stars,
close was destiny
But fate chanced,
to a dream marred
Struggled up hill
hauling down dale,
pen did follow
a life left to trail
As deserts rolled in
life dissolved,
years dehydrated
misery lived hell
As life stripped joy
to a desert bare
eyes still staring
noone lives here
Horizon is darkened
a shadow appears,
shaking my boots
raising all fears
A Face gifted to angels
vision envied from hell
this soul reaches out
castes healing spells
First grasping breath
pen in hand
I write of my life
be it,
a journey unplanned …
Inquisitive, her journey began as she broke away from herself through grace she searched
from the site of her consciousness, the beginning of the journey of the unending
beginning. As she began her journey she never believed she would get to the end of it.
Inevitably she asserted blame from afar as she watched carefully her errors while she was
lost consciously in her unconscious blindness-her so called inevitable weakness.
She forcefully became aware that she had fallen short of her expected-ideal standards.
Who are we to blame as her puzzle-like reality’s mysterious misery soared geometrically
appearing not to be needing her consent seeming inevitable. The closer she got the more
she questioned her reality.
It became clear that she needed to fill in the blank spaces in the forms of her life but
not to engage in the solutions to the complex equations that proceed from it. Instead she
needed to reveal the mystery-message –reason behind it-to figure out what it was telling
her to do-learn from it.
She said:
“The closer I got, the more I questioned, the more it occurred and proved to me that there
is more to everything –the world, than we can imagine-ordinarily see”