I keep trudging along the forested path,
As I twist and turn along the curling tracks,
The way I've been doing for months now,
My breath comes out in rough hitches,
And I wind through long erased tracks.
I feel weary searching for Him everywhere,
Yet not finding Him anywhere.
Tears stream down my besmeared face.
I feet the way I felt thirteen years ago,
When I got lost in the supermarket,
Because of my own impulsive stupidity,
And crying out "Ammaaa! Ammaa".
I close my eyes, letting my tears ,
Wash across the lines of my face,
Not caring to wipe them away,
Day after day,
Path after path,
City after city,
Across plains and plateaus,
And mountains and oceans,
I feel lost, yet so found...
Confusing?
Yes, I feel confused too....
This unrequited love,
Yet requited in ways that matter...
Confusing?
Yes, I feel confused too....
But more than confusion,
Bitterness and hopelessness,
That I should give this all up,
This divine journey, this searching...
The trees around me,
Seem hauntingly beautiful,
Fruits ripe with juice ,
And flowers dripping nectar.
I don't know where I am,
The eerie charm of this new land,
And the seductive enthrall ,
Of these ferns and roses,
Fail before my looming hopelessness.
I'll be better off leading a mundane life,
Like every other benign mortal,
Than searching for this omnipresent Savior,
But where am I?
How do I get back?
I am done with this journey.
"Good bye, Milord"
I say to no one in particular.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Searching- A saga ✔
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