What am I looking for, what am I hiding
reunited with my past self, can't help but repent;
did I lose myself or am I still finding,
hoping for my tomorrow just to escape my present.
Masked my troubles with so-called escapisms
denied the truth that was embedded deep within;
thoroughly washed away all my musings,
mastered the art of self-loathin'
Pushed and pulled with a force to reckon
emptied myself into the realms of darkness;
weighed my expectations as a means of life lesson,
heard the pounding of my heart, too scared to witness.
Everything indeed changes, as someone truly said change is the only 'constant'
can I change myself that is the big question, can I truly face myself?
the voices inside keep screaming to join the fragments,
who will tell them that I am not broken but shelved.
I don't need soldering, I need to embrace
my flaws, my mistakes, my regrets, my wants;
The only way to spiral out is to retrace,
to acknowledge the unknown, to evade the haunts.
Categories:
escapisms, change, deep, growth, writing,
Form: Free verse
Dreams, my only escapisms
No more realisms or academisms
Only altruisms and fairyisms
There, where my love lies in mysticisms!
Dreams, made of your essence
I become there not a butterfly
But a moth craving for luminescence
Wild and free, as pig in a pigsty!
Dreams, the only place where I can let go
And speak of all that has never been said
All that pain in my veins which made me an albino
All gets drained away, as it had been soothsaid!
Dreams, my own escapisms
To run away from reality
A harsh and cruel monstrosity
Made up of your aching absenteisms!
Categories:
escapisms, happiness, people, sad,
Form: Quatern