Day 1
We are all alone in this journey of life. All that is left is a hole in our hearts. All it takes is a familiarface every day to make you smile. Feelings don't hide through the face of time. Hiding in therhythm, the same day every day for the rest of our lives. What have we achieved if not someone to live for. Keeping the head up wave after wave. Letting all goodness run through ourselves. To the ray of sight, I say, "Look up the sun and quit the morbid gaze."
Day 2
It's all pain. Maybe it's not supposed to get better, my time is running out. Maybe, just maybe, mylife doesn't fall into a cliff. When all is going downhill, a small hook is all one needs to stop you, forjust that one moment, one little moment, for you to realize that there is hope. All is not lost. Theimprobable possibilities are still there, waiting for an effort to be made in the right state of mind.Feeling the water rush against me, awakens me. The rush in my heart says to me "You're alive".Let the wind blow with you as you set sail in this ocean of life.
Day 3
Me out of all people should know. I didn't imagine I would be the one to be in this place. How did I come here? Let me go back for a minute, I was the locus of the world around me. Maybe timechanges all. Nothing is really meant to be. We dream and dream just to wake up. As the sun sets,so do our lives. There lies a point of no return. The inevitable truth is change. Only death isconstant.
Day 4
And as the night sky, shines its dim light I wonder what is about the sky that has bewildered man.
Man has always looked for a familiar face in the stars. And his imagination creates objects out ofnothing. Death is a cure of all diseases.
I couldn't know at that time; I would continue my pursuit of lifethrough writing. Yet again, life had a surprise for me. So I startedkeeping track of the days I was writing my little pieces.
YOU ARE READING
How else should I be!
PoetryFor there is hope, even for an inmate on a death row Then why are you so disheartened, don't you believe in the Word? Joy you find as heavens drop snow For a sign from God, observe how flies a baby bird.
