Alive

Like a magnet puling with all its strength

Always hurts as it tugs and pulls away

Where ever I intend to belong it’s never where I end up

It’s always where I used to be but not where I ought to be

 

Misplaced in a carefully plotted route

Like pins on a map carefully tracing the way

Each step I take is a step placed before me

Like mold imprinted in time before existence

 

Through the storms of the darkest seas

Following the cycle of the hurricane

As it takes me through this atlas

Swirling, collecting debris of memories, voices and shadows on the way

 

A whirlwind of tranquillity before turbulence hits again

As I let go and let the wind carry my soul as it culminates

I see it now my final destination,

Finally my compass has reached its north

The light peeks through the sky which is torn

This is where I’m meant to be as I am born

Reviews

[wordman]

i guess love and life can take us off course,but it`s usually fun !