The bridge of life From birth to grave Is fraught with perilous Missteps of despair Trust the wrong person And plunge into The depths of regret We put our journey on hold Until we climb back up The mountain of hope Back on our way Many times we willingly fall In love with someone Soon to discover We never knew them at all These times at the bottom In the abyss of heartbreak Sometimes it takes years To scale back up That slippery slope of trust At a certain point in the bridge We are met with wisdom And that's when we finally Reflect back on the plummets And epiphany strikes That it was never the walk But the brave climbs of growth That carried us this far
"A MAN IS KNOWN BY THE COMPANY HE KEEPS." But not every company we owe, is a matter of our choice. We can choose our friends but not the culture in which we are brought up. Our thinking and perception is filtered through the lenses of our culture. Things are not the carrier of meanings either positive or negative but the context colours them so. The quote I read in school :-
"Two men look out of the same bar, One sees mud and one looks stars."
I see the reflection of my idea in it, as I hear the echoes from the words that my university professor used to quote:-
I journeyed in the sea From dawn till now I swam deep down wow! Storms hit and kicked me on my knee Then I had to flee Pushed myself on the shore So I couldn't explore Whole day and night I gazed Thee No matter sun or rain I patiently lied on the Shell's bed My energy was drain.
I journeyed in the sea Fought with the wild creatures Yes they are also part of the nature I smiled with the waves and then Lee Like a child I plead How long I had to be there couldn't measure Life in the sea was really danger My buddy came to see me with bee Both lifted me with care Then said goodbye to me I was alone and scared Just fixed my eyes again on Thee.
Stay safe stay healthy stay blessed always Take care of yourself and provide help to the needed
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It's childish how I lay my tongue out to taste the rain when the drops hesitate to sit on pores but prefer gliding down my cheeks. They remind me of something that a child won't know. It's never the flaw of raindrops but a pre-defined passage on my cheeks. For days when tears agreed to follow routines , my jawline has been a salvation. There's no fault of raindrops 'cause tributaries are bound to meet the river. They follow a similar pattern as tears do, not to satire soothe with pain but to poke an early ache.
I play the same song that made me cry last night. They sound like words I don't like but often hear just to practise a smile the next time I hear them in a sentence. Humans are weird. They remember stuffs that has hurt them more than the ones that made them laugh , feel loved. I'm a human too. I like to wear masks too, not always to bluff but to hide my weaker self. Yes, 'cause when you are demonstrative, your words are valued more than you and when you aren't, nothing is.
People are recalled in their absence. Sometimes I feel like being absent at certain places where I want people to miss me but it's too demanding. Also I'll scratch the same wounds by not visiting places I love to visit only to love. Being loved and loving someone are two distinct needles of the same string where the latter is less sharp and pleasing. The string measures limit. A limit to all the things I think is pleasing but this limit tends to end at a place my vision can't reach. I won't say it's eternal 'cause I want to be a bit realistic and leave things to be claimed by not mere humans but time.
To retreat doesn't always mean that you're a coward. Self preservation is an active role that must be taken. Staying away from people and places that to the soul does devour. Renewing their lives by learning from the faults mistaken.
All is welcomed to this asylum, but you don't have to be insane. Stay here until you are strong enough to take back control. Refreshing your mind like the peace of a cool autumns rain. Rest in an aurora of light replacing the days that you were the console.
Relax yourself from the wreckage that you can no longer take. Giving love and strength to yourself so you can share to another. Stop going with the flow by hiding tantrums and being fake. No longer can you blame it all on your father or mother.
These asylums are unavoidable as the need for security is sacred. Health is much more than just our mortal bodies. The only inner wars that you should have is to rid of hatred. Cleaning the slate of all of our faults, broken and shoddy.