Youthāepitome of experience and extremes.
You fall, you seek, you cry, you scream.
You slow down, begin to see the seamsā
A vast world quietly opens to you.
You notice the meaning behind the semblance,
And the silence that slowly leaks through.
You finally get the answers you long pursued:
For frustrationās weight, for storms you never understoodā
The unexplainable quarrels, the anxious moods.
And at last, you reach the solace you once dreamed.
Butā
Itās not the end. Itās not the cure.
This is nowhere close to all your angst, your ache.
āTo live is to sufferāāa belief we often mistake.
To live is, was, and always will be to seekā
To validate the silence buried deep beneath.
To let go of the nagging thoughts,
The voice that creeps, claws, and speaks.
Only the brave can release that grip.
It was never meant to be easyā
Thatās why it clings,
But trust the process.
Youāll hear the silenceāfull and complete.
Once youāve let go of that voice,
That essence of shadow,
No more doubt, no more need to borrowā
Youāll find the peace you sought
Beneath the drought of noise
That once left you hollow.
Yes, I know your agony, your sorrows.
But brave warrior, youāve found it at lastā
The real you,
Untainted.
Unburdened.
Unbound.
-Asher Graves
wrote it a while ago. was going though something.