It was just another day,
I was on my own
I got a call which was unknown
The voice
on the other end
It’s
familiar yet I am not sure
It was my
guide
He said…
Your
creator is gone
She is on her
death bed
And you
need to be strong
Yes, you
need to be strong
I was numb
I was
shocked
Wondering
what went wrong
I was
hollering
I was
scared
This time
not of the dark
But of the
darkness
Which like
a lark?
Come, with
her departure
Who’s she?
Who’s the “her”
I am referring to?
She is my
origin
She is my
strength
She is my
caretaker
My very
essence.
I was so
unsure
I felt so
unsafe
With
thousands around
There was
only loneliness
To which I
was bound
I like an
orphan
Staring at
an distant tree
With burden
in my eyes
Wishing…
When would
I be set free?
I was not
in spirit
I was not
my real self
It was my
test…
A blessing
in disguise
Which I
chose to ignore
Thinking I
am very wise
I went on
digging my pit
And
willingly decided
To be in it…
Life is
after all
A series of
choices
It is all about
Hearing the
right voices
Right when
I decided
Decided, to
give up
There was a
hand
To lift up.
I trembled
I again
ignored
Because the
choice
I had made…
There was
nothing
But loud
noise…
I chose to
stay in dark
I chose to
be
The Lost
lamb.
But my
Shepherd
Had arrived
with a mark.
I turned
around
I looked in
his eyes
I saw hope
I saw the
rise
He raised
his voice,
“Stand up,
stand up tall,
You are
infinite
It is just
a fall.”
I was
blessed
I was
amazed
For the first
time
I wanted to
be tamed
I wanted to
outshine
I felt as
if I was renamed
I was out
of the light
Which was
dim
I like
sunshine
Conquered
the night.
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