I look around me and I am in a crowd
Of millions and millions of people.
All of us walking somewhere
All I see are faceless souls staggering
Wanting to reach a destination
That we don’t know the location of.
Why do we walk I ponder?
But a push from behind breaks my thoughts
Ahead is a big structure that looks like paradise
Everyone thinks reaching there we would
Finally, be able to take a moment of breath.
To me the structure looks like a gate
Sometimes with butterflies fluttering around
Glowing with a divine glow
And sometimes burning with agony
As if trying to repent its sins.
Along the way some people try to sit
Like me probably they too are tired
Or maybe this is where their journey ends.
I walk for miles among the crowd
I don’t know how much time has passed
But the gate is still at the same distance.
Still sometimes burning sometimes with butterflies.
And I realize that now I am stopped on the side.
Standing lost in thoughts and I wonder
That maybe that gate is not destination
But rather a symbol of heaven and hell
Now I am walking again and I see someone
Going in opposite direction.
It’s me a bit older and maybe wiser
Even though he doesn’t have a face
I can feel like he is smiling looking at me
And I look forward I am at the gate
Alone, the crowd gone somewhere
As if disappeared or left behind.
And I realize there was no crowd
It was my doubts walking with me
And suddenly I feel light as a feather
This is my salvation. And I start walking back
I see a familiar face and I smile.