I’ll just share poems I’ve been writing whenever negativity hits me

Path to Enlightenment

Travel without destination
Filled with worries and hesitation
But when despair sinks in
Look not around but within

For every fields you see
Every picturesque scenery
Lies beauty normally seen
With eyes unclouded, clear

Stop and stare
Walk without care
For it is in the journey you will find
Your destination, the meaning of life

And remember to rest
Pause, do not fail the test
Periods are not meant for life
Just move on, continue the fight

The Leap

A leap of faith, that’s where greatness come. But the leap does not start nor end with the jump. It begins with one’s steps, gradually getting smaller until the ledge, until the divide that separates the present, to the what ifs, the unknown. And until enough force, be it courage, will power, hope or love, a person is stuck staring beyond from the other side. And when the jump is finally achieved, one may feel regret for the lost opportunity. But through time, through exploring the unknown, one will may finally find the soul’s treasure.

Behemoth

I stand weak, the titan before me

A mountain of fears, my thoughts consuming

I try as I might to climb, I stumble

To go beyond, not around, through I rumble

Swinging my fist, for sword I have not

To defeat this beast, even when hope is lost

Look to the eyes, the light of evil

When courage is lost, hope a dwindle

O what should I do

A revelation,  beyond what lies

If I am not buried here but beyond

Beyond, that mountain my gravestone lies

Crossroad
Sudden and quick, i might have fallen
An eternity it seems, i have layed still
Yet my heart still not broken
Bruised, bleeding but beating, still

Behind I may be in their eyes
But no matter what i shall rise
Slow as it may be, like a turtle running free
If fine, I may get lost, but I’m still me

For all rivers flow to the sea
I’ll decide which stream I’ll be
People may dread roads less traveled by
But beyond the hill is a brand new sky

Yes be lost, surely you’ll find
There’s no rush, be friends with time
Find you mind, your heart, your will
And see, in the crossroads you’ll no longer be still

Freedom
Freedom is what I desire
Unchained from the walls that surround me
To break free from the slavery of my sins
Unshackled, unburdened, free from within

Free as the bird that soars in the sky
Riding the winds, no walls nor ceilings
Just clouds above and earth below
Yet free as it seems, shackled they are also

From the earth they break free temporarily
They take flight, with strong wings, fighting gravity
And long as they can, they soar
Until their light bodies can be bear no more

And thus they land to the earth again
To rest, to nest and strength they regain
To eat, to mate, to follow their fate
Their shackles binding, yet they do not hate

And just like everything in this world
Chains are what binds us, to death and life
Yet sometimes, these chains are but merely and illusion
Or an instrument to conquer one’s mission

And I too must glide like an eagle
Following the flow of life’s winds
The path of least resistance, the lightning follows
And no longer shall I resist, fate I shall allow

And these shackles I shall embrace
Study, know, the roots retrace
And I shall know where my problems lie
And try I will, until the day I die

Flame

All you wanted was to be free
To try and fly, to the eternal sky
Rest, and test the waters of the stream
The world, is an open park of dreams

Yet all you ve done is make a cage
Blind yourself and bind yourself with balls and chains
The mystery, you heart so dear, burned in flames
Now you feel, theres no mending of the pain

For so long you’ve tried to shine, brightly as the northern star
But you’ve never noticed how burned you are
Though light still shines, from far away
You know, inside, the light has died, no longer is there day

Little Birds

For little birds can remember
The joys of the summer sky
Soaring through the azure
Almost no clouds in sight

For little birds can remember
The falling leaves signalling fall
Telling them to gather food and find shelter
For soon they wont fly much at all

For little birds can remember
The chilling wind that winter brings
The warmth of their bodies as they huddle for heat
The cold, keeping them in deep sleep

For little birds can remember
The promises that spring brings
Food, water, warmth, life
As if winter is just but a dream

So as little birds remember this
Know that when you’re life is amiss
When joys are but memories of time long ago
And suffering is what you clearly know
Remember that after winter comes spring
And the winter of your heart will be but a dream

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