I learn to fall inlove with myself again
and have candle-lit dates with my shadow...
Converse with my cerebral cortex and hope that the sound echoes off the walls like a bat
And like this creature,I will find my way in the dark
when I am unable to see by listening to my instincts
I feel the knocks in my chest but its not the one that knocks you down instead it helps you up and I, oblivious to this miracle have been unblinded by the source of hurt
Entrapped by my own limitations and closed by what my eyes see
the burden to my angels and a freshman to this test
I find it hard to differentiate between the larks beauty and the crows of the witching hour
Like the claims of the folliest findings:
the environment impacts my object
I discover who I am with how I believe
Affect my skin but never will I let affects before my soul
With struggles in my own
I find my way again and so I heal my hurts
Live in peace and peace will live.
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