"What happened to the girl that i used to be?
Where did she go?
This shell wanders this wasteland, looking for a sign of whats happened, of whats become of this girl once called Spring.
A light in the dark, the sun shining from behind the rain clouds, a presence of support for all around her...
and yet all that remains in this husk is the memories, the bad over running the good, clouding what was once so good...
Sometimes mysteries can be a good thing, but in times like these, they are just suffocating..."
Not really a poem, just more of thoughts thrown together for no real amusement but more an attempt at trying to discover what once happened to a bright shining soul... nothing tragic broker me, and yet i cannot figure out how i came to be broken so bad. My light has dimmed so drastically, for almost no reason at all.
All the things i once held dear, the things i went out of my way to do... its all disappeared. Days have melted into months and months into years. I can't tell my ups from downs anymore and i've lost my hold in this world. Existing with no purpose... its almost like i'm going to have to force myself to be 're'born again... my first birth was not supposed to happen, and yet it did. my 're'birth appears to be the same fate, so i must step it up. Make sure that i make up for all that has happened during this time that has broken me. Show the world that i can be unstoppable, and stop myself from screwing up again...
i allowed myself to be broken, destroyed, forgotten... now, i must make sure that this isn't my fate, just a misstep... i can do this, as long as i keep believing and change things in my life.
+added: i need to get back to my writing and creativity in order to remember who i was, where i came from and where i was going...
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