End of a chapter Coming next week Escaping my captor Is what I desperately seek No matter the result I will be free With degree or without The future is bleak Time to start over In some better place No reason to hover I go forth towards the better days
Written the night before my last attempt at my final exam
she walks along the trunk of the woods, pausing when she sees branch-like paths nonchalantly lying down in front of her. each path sings its own song for her, but the songs clash against each other. she steps back and covers her ears, then starts singing her own song. she looks away from the other branches, letting her voice guide the way as she strolls along her own path.
At the crossroads of euphoria, faith, and insanity, one can learn a great number of things. But if I have learned anything, it is the malleability of a constructed reality. Anything is possible, and so everything is permitted. The excesses of a younger self, somewhere behind me on an illusory timeline, have enslaved me to my self. This too is an illusion, but this knowledge does not serve me; even the most powerful truths can be largely irrelevant. I walk down all paths at once, no longer bound by habits I pretend are beyond my control, and laugh, never again a slave to anyone or anything.
There was once a man lost at the crossroads who pondered which road to behold. He hesitated to walk down a single path, fearing how long the roads would last. In his mind, he recalled the voice of a friend who was willing to guide him to the end. They said “There’s no need to go alone. Whichever path you take, you’ll find your way home.” With nothing to lose, the man took his stride down a path he could take without too much pride. Though he knows not his destination, he still walks, knowing that there is light to guide him in the dark. Whatever clouds may gather above, he can be reassured that he is loved.
This is a short poem I wrote back on December 23rd 2019 when I was running out of ideas for short stories and poems.