Lost and Found

I want to comprehend

Effortlessly

I want to explain

With no doubt

I want to be heard

With the right frequency

I want to be me

And nothing less


It takes me to lose

Then it's out of my control

If it hurts the rest

Then it's on me to make peace with

If this path leads me further

Then I have to prepare to get farther

If the unacceptance is the price of it

Then I shall smile for I'm imperfect


It hurts

Indeed

In a way that I have no words to explain

Probably lost would be it

For me to put on the first page

And found

To complete the chapter

Then calm

For my heart deserves it

To self

Shall I shout the silence

And to God

Shall I wrap the thanks

With no doubt

I'm leaving

With absolutely no doubt

I'm living

Still


Another Step to Go

Ins

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