Losing the Way
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The world has become so narrow that one group of people now have to keep a day for themselves, in order not risk a whole lifetime. Happy Women's Day!
A faint glow I see,
In the path in front of me.
I find the glow attractive,
Pleased by it, I move closer,
Use it to see farther, further.
I take a turn in the path,
Find everything there drab and used.
The rupture of hope from reality,
Leaves me stunned to feel
A strange poignancy,
In the depth my heart conceals,
Inside its walls within my bodily barriers.
The pain tells me it’s time,
To realize what I saw was just the glow,
Or what the glow wanted me to see.
The unique language to decipher,
The signs of the path I took,
Were imprinted in the walls of my heart,
Hidden behind the bars of my ribs,
I followed the glow to be what I am,
Leaving what I hoped, dreamed, coveted to be,
Alone, unattended, uncared for, unloved,
Just to die and rot in the desolation of ignorance.
I pray, let me be.
I search for the pain, to show me the way,
Where I could find the world of renewal,
Birth and rejuvenation. I close my eyes,
To see in darkness,
To see what is left of me,
In the glowing distraction
Of routines and role plays.