No words
will ever be
enough.
To express
what goes on
in my head.
The thousand
storms.  
that rise and
fall.
While I lay
in the
dark.
Thinking
too hard
about all that’s
scarred.

There were things
I never
said aloud.
There were ways
that I didn’t
understand.
How people
could lose all
they ever had?
For the one
who wasn’t close
to stand.
But
as I looked
at my own cracks.
I could
just smile.
As it all
made sense.

Sometimes,
I feel happy
for reasons none.
An urge to run,
if stopped
by anyone.
Too stunned
that all be done.

I don't
feel afraid
of the dark.
I don't
get scared
of tripping
on the path.
I don't
think of
what lies ahead,
not anymore.
The darkness
is no longer
my foe.
We have
learnt
to dwell
as one soul.

At times I wonder.
Do you ever
think of me.
While gazing
at the stars.
When revisiting
the past.

Or am I
just
a memory.
Long lost,
forgotten.
Buried
deep down
in the shards
of time.

Life is so unpredictable. When you finally feel all is right, when you finally try to move on. Life is there again, set as a jigsaw puzzle. Some pieces just lying there, other hidden somewhere. And you have to set down again, trying to find the misplaced ones.