A Weight of its Own

I used to feel an aching sorrow
in my chest
as if every mistake I had ever
made had been piled on top
of me

and although I have since been
relieved of that weight
I do no feel light
I do not feel free
Like a soaring bird heading
to find warmth

all I feel is anticipation
for a journey to a
destination I am still
uncertain of
and that is a weight
of its own

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HOPEFUL

 

My weeping heart stops the water from cascading down my eyes, it is now internal.

It is drying up today though.

My mind and heart is forever in battle. The field is my soul. I hear crashing, now I see dark.

The cold icy breeze, ruffles the dead leaves on the concrete tree.
The world appears lifeless. The world is me.

Maybe the storm would pass by, perhaps the naked flower would blossom.

It will not rain today.

Oh, I will love it to be so!

I see peace in her velvet white dress.

I am hopeful.

Whatever her manifestations she will love me.

I once heard, that darkness can only exist because of the absence of light. Light can only be absent if it exist. She is out there.

I will attain splendor, for I am hopeful.

 

By David Alexian: http://www.amazon.com/Diary-David-Alexian-Using-Spirit-ebook/dp/B00Y5X8H9O/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8