. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• IN SEARCH OF "ME" (A Verse On The Quest Of Own Identity) ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• For most of my life, I've been on a quest, To discover just who I might be. Earnestly searching, day after day; So desperate to recognize me.
I've felt moments of utter fulfillment, And moments I couldn't go on. But I knew for the sake of my heart and my soul; To succeed, I would have to be strong.
But the people around me seemed so lost in themselves, That I feared I might be on my own. But then there'd be someone who would reach out and help; And remind me I wasn't alone.
I've wanted so much to be happy, To know what it was to feel peace. And I thought if I finally felt sure of myself; Then the pain and the struggles would cease.
But I've learned that this journey is endless, The discoveries are fresh every day. And no matter how much I might know of myself; There'll be times I will still lose my way.
And as I've grown older, I truly believe, I may never know all I can be. But the answers are not waiting out in the world; But have always laid right inside me.
We're all on this quest to discover ourselves, Together but through our own ways. Overcoming whatever might get in our paths; So we can feel better someday.
arya_ballalWow. Such a beautiful post. "In the end, you just have to be you"!! Also, do you know that you're literal name is one of my favourites!!
mizzleI felt that this is the answer I've been searching for. So, thank you
tranquilizingwindI am in a peaceful heaven after reading this. A piece i could relate to, argue with, deny its foundation as well as appreciate its existence. Just like our souls- venturing through and through it, passing each day. End is nowhere till we decide it to be. Just what i woukd want to read
I inhale and felicitous daydreams play along; Myriad emotions exhaled, Eyes dancing in awe-gleams, A nuanced glance, Such beautiful art is romance, Astounding gorgeousness, As dawn caresses the vast azure indescribable and kissing it's exterior; Piercing past my fabric with merry lights Multitudinous auroras striking my demons; such captivating scintillations. As the vast azure dances in tranquil waves. The wandering albatross above it, calls; echoing through the vast azure indescribable, A true thalasophile, gracing my eardrums acoustically. Amid this kaleidoscopic sweetheart; That enchant my eyes. The benediction of an hourglass experience, emptying me of depression and filling me up with adoration; Such artistic beauty and consecrations came at twilight; to trade my initial suicide agenda for life, To some extent, a desire for me to live again returned. Flabbergasted at such magnificence, Literary hatching butterflies in my stomach. I crave more of Mother Nature and the heavens; What is more, the architect behind such godliness whose beauty saved my life.
Stormy gales whistling over the weary night ; pale hands of mine hauling over the guitar sacked in the dusty attic, I sidle over my rooftop for the night at extant was serene and sleek , I inhale the remnants of my discorded tunes that lay broken deep inside the silent memories of her, as I hum the tune the whispers of her chaotic thoughts sunk into the strings of my guitar , strumming out the sweet song that we sang together.
For the night wears out leisurely , the winds grow cold , my hands feel numb, as I turn back to find nothing a vivid yet soft blanket curls upon my hands, sniffing it I could feel it's scent a bit familiar. I peered down to glimpse the same blue orbs, the dark red lips , was it her with the same exquisite gown of azure twinning with the lonely night with luminous starry spheres?
As I get down , we stand close to each other, blossoms of the white flowers wither off caressing our silhouettes. Our eyes lock for we set back nowhere but under the white Dogwood where we met or precisely stumbled at each other for the first time.
As she settles over my chest , the burnt forests of my rage melts as ice , the heart which inhaled the fire , melts soon as she settles over my chest, for her curls tickled we giggled.
Whilst our souls inhale each of our unspoken words delegating it to the eyes which says it all, for now we embrace each other , and the white flowers withering off quench it's thirst of love with the tears we shed over our coupled hands.
I inhale and strain I bear all the pain... To help the survival of creatures I am slayed but I re-surrect... I am Important in Nature Whose value is nill... Chop and cut And make money... That's the way How people live...