For so long, the consuming melancholy tunes of home haunted the crevices of her mind
Which was embedded with the embodiment of an overflowing ocean
The bricks she tried to lay always seemed to fall over for there was no Babylon to be found
So the days went by, painting her grey and with no color to alight the flame within her, she held her demons in
They ate her
Berated her and tormented her every step of the way
Yet still she searched
Even in her hurt she looked for stars in the darkened alley ways
Only to be met with dead ends
And when she thought she found a slither of light, some semblance of laying a foundation
It infected her mind with more poison
She no longer felt like she was chosen
Only time could tell but time and her mind did not bode well
And the story felt like it wouldn't end well
Cause she walked the path lonely
Solely it seemed would have to be the way
Until one day she made astray
And made a wrong turn
It would serve her to learn that mistakes were meant to be made
Cause the mistake that she made landed her right in her home
A dwelling where her mind was no longer construed
It may not have been physical
But nothing was typical in her realm
It took her time and don't take it lightly because like Rome she was not built overnight
Let me paint the picture:
As her mind slipped, fighting to get out of her head
She found a rose growing from the concrete
I know the truth is hard to digest
But try not to get lost
The rose sprouted on a path that none seemed to walk on yet all came across
It’s just that, this time a lost soul decided to pay attention to the rose
Something most would ignore
But why would she opt for
A home where there was chaos
When she can get lost in the best of herself
Watering this form of life
In turn she cultivated herself
Turning the narrative around
She found a home where the tale of the loner
Turned into something for her
Now that she found refuge in herself, even in the darkest parts
She comes bearing a message for all:
Immerse yourself
You’ve been depriving yourself
Of the highest of yourself
And that’s not sitting with me well
It’s time to tell a tale
Where the ship finally sailed
It’s hard to believe
But this being was conceived from the depths of the sea
Driven by different galaxies
It may be hard to see
But I know her all to well
And what meets the eye is not ideal
So no time to conceal
Layer after layer she used to bury herself
Until the buildup started strangling her
Wrangling with her shadow self
Who haunted her every step of the way
Causing her delay
Now how could I negate the fact that she wasn’t always the best
But who cares to stress
When the world thrives off of chaos and love
So let me put it simply
Cause the road may be bumpy
But you will always make it through
It’s not a matter of ‘how much’ or ‘how little’
Don’t let them invade the confines of your pretty mind
Cause you are a divine
Just be you and more will come.
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