The fear of being alone, it gnaws and bites,
Whispering doubts on the loneliest nights.
You feel like you’re in the woods, amongst the trees,
With voices of doubts and unsettling tease.
I just need to find the right direction,
That will bring me to my real reflection.
To run through the labyrinth, where shadows may dwell,
The path to myself, that only I can unveil.
The beautiful trees, like guardians, stood,
Silent witnesses to the chaos in my mood.
I try to scream, I try to run, but their sight,
Still hunts me in the dark.
What if I’m lost and scared, and
Not yet prepared to be on my own with my real self?
But within this darkness, a flicking flame,
A glimmer of hope, where strength could reclaim.
In the depths of my being, I found a new way,
Guided by whispers of my soul’s gentle sway.
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