Path Home
I, raised my eyes to see Future, embraced by the night. I, turned back to see Dusk, willing to depart. Slowly moving forward I Turn blind, to my benign That awaits in my final trial. Till that, gloom shall I abide. Not even dim light is seen ahead In path languidly tread. Stumbling, falling all way long, Still, willing to go where I belong. No moon there is in heaven To shed a light on path. No stars there are to follow To guide you through this realm. Reach, the journeys end Is design of my endeavour. Since meaning blend in void Is not worth the labour. Several years were now trudged, Enveloped in this blindness, But deplored heart still retained Hope, to see the brisk of light. Slowly my eyes begin to squint… Ah! If someone now could see Or feel, what I can feel and see. A morning shine in vicinity! (And a place to call home!)
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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