SEEK AND DISCOVER
the pursuit of self
Dearest Seeker,
In the deepest places, ones unfound and ghostly, only known by the unafraid eyes with a heart that trembles only a little mostly, I will gather my leftover love for me and venture to find acceptance that may presently be just a speck and in the form brittle, you see.
The walls I call my own where only safety resides and grumbles on the intrusions of strangers of all and any kind, I will build them brick by brick of emotions I gathered by travelling to places far away in my wandering mind…
the chronicle of pain
Dearest Seeker,
My sadness finds its way through the closed door, for it does not need reminders and an open passage to sweep in, akin to the cold water on the warm shore. It finds its way through the crooked streets in the state of dark, which I didn’t know led to the same mellow heart.
With the attempts to dissuade, I try to change and decorate the halls of the heart in noble new ways. Alas, it does nothing to quell the force of the pain; It breaks all walls and window panes…
the rhythm of muse
Dearest Seeker,
I took a wishful breath, one heavy and light all mixed in one, as I lay awake with my mind while my soul whispers its tantrums. It spoke of hefty wishes, of the sleeping miracles it desires, the shaping of reality into a fairytale filled with bliss and a restful place to retire.
It asked for it all. All I couldn’t amass the strength to forget, all I couldn’t yet boldly possess. Hearing my soul’s plea to make a chase and let old bravery be found…
the call of home
Dearest Seeker,
A place called home has walls thick and painted white, it’s where no stranger hears any pleas. A place called home reverberates my weeping up to the skies, where gods hear it just as a shiver skitters up their spines, becoming desperate to free me as their heart clenches alongside mine.
A place called home is a witness to hundreds of my agonies, buckets of frustrations, joy with fluttering sensations, and sadness of misunderstandings…
©
Raevenora