Silent Journey

Darkness surrounds me
Breathtakingly painful
Standing up from the shadows
As I gaze into the abyss
Trying to self-reflect and analyze the existence in question
I stare into my soul
I see a shrivelled up embodiment of self-neglect
I see an abundance of manacled thoughts
As a withering flame trying to withstand the negative onslaught
I envision hope
I see a glimpse of light trying to resurface
Soon rid of this fetter
I prepare to embark towards an unknown destination
I am reminded of the abstract concept of time
As I slowly walk down this path
This monotone path with hushed voices
This silent journey.
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Freedom

I love the fact that you are in my life, but I hate the fact that you became my all.
I want to cherish you, but my mind is trying to free itself from the future shackles of being bound by your love.
The smile, the tears, and everything in between. Let it be the testament to all of our precious memories.
But that alone is not enough.
As every clock ticks, as every second passes, I am engaging in a battle with myself.
It is a battle that must be won.
A battle that must be conquered.
A battle that must convey my true feelings.
As I lay close to victory, a whisper softly echoes throughout my conscience.
A whisper ever so soft, but yet so sharp.
It’s telling me to close the door.
It’s telling me to stay in the dark abyss – that which we call ‘freedom’.
Freedom to think for yourself.
Freedom to do what you want.
Freedom to live your life as you choose to.
But in realty, what is freedom?
What does it truly signify and represent in my life?
The happiness, the light, the thing that gives me true meaning.
That which truly illustrates my soul.
You.
As I dive deep within myself and try to see what is the source of my being.
I always come to the same conclusion.
You.
Ah, I see. You were the pillar supporting me.
You were the shadow that laid witness to my achievements.
You were my – Freedom.
This truly scares me.
The us I visualize is starting to fade.
It is starting to transform into this distorted picture I never wished I envisioned.
The pain has started to ease as everything becomes brighter.
This light.
This brightness.
My future.
That which defines my true purpose.
That which depicts my path towards success.
The long fought battle has finally ceded, and it is time.
It is time to break free of these shackles and embrace the world for what it is worth.
It is time to be Free.

Stronger

As time flies, love gets stronger
but sadly, it’s just a one way street
It has always been like this between you and me
It’s either the kitchen is dirty, the clothes are not washed
I’m tired of eating and being wary of all the different costs
It’s just too much. You just don’t love me anymore
It’s just a constant battle with you and I’m the prisoner of war
I’m always trying to please you, always trying to make you smile
but you always compare me to your friends and their luxurious lifestyle
I want to keep this relationship alive so I bottle it all in
curving all these other girls trying to come in
they say all the right things, treat me the right way
but it always comes down to your words and what you might think
I’m just an empty canvas sitting here waiting for that moment
that moment where I become complete
But it takes time, but thats okay
As long as in the end, I get to be drawn on with your ink
It’s a thorny path, one that surely no one wants to take
Except for me, but I guess I’m just blinded by your presence
It’s so bright yet so far, but I guess it’s time to put an end to this
Press on that emergency break; it’s time to make myself happy for once
It’s time to be me, and embrace life with all it’s warmth
It’s time become stronger
It’s always about you, and I ultimately end up disregarding my feelings
My inner conscience always bubbles as I constantly hear this voice asking me questions
Will she be okay with me trying to find my inner self?
Will she be alright with me finding happiness?
Wait, when did this become a world about her?
When did this become an express line to a life without progress?
These are the questions I have to ask myself
These are the stepping stones to what I truly want
Yes she may be a big part of it, but it’s time to try a different font
A different style, to go with a different story
A different path that leads to undeniable glory
A trajectory to follow without any turbulence
A fearless life without you giving it purpose any longer
It’s time to conjure up my confidence open up that door
I’ll do myself the honor and without a doubt become stronger