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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Nature · #1412325
A journey, a struggle, and a reward.
I'm crawling beneath your feet, can't you see?
am I too insignificant for you to notice me?
My energy is gone I feel disoriented and weak,
I can't locate the serenity that I seek.
I am so empty my passion for life is gone.
I think the end is near, I don't have too long.
My life has passed me by somehow, it is through.
So I slowly disintegrate till at last I have paid my due.
I have built a dungeon where I will stay,
cloaked in darkness as my life drifts away.
In a shell of desolation, where time is not real.
Here I can remain, until I no longer feel.
No need for food or the rays from the sun,
My body is decaying, my mind is numb.
I am done struggling through life this way,
I have made my peace, here I will stay.
I sleep, and in this hibernation I am free.
Here I am safe from the depression within me.
I have no intention of waking up again,
In this solitude I am sheltered from my sin.
I have no control, my body is free at last,
No more crawling that is a thing of the past.
So here I sleep hoping I have found peace,
and all of this confusion can begin to cease.

What is happening why am I awake once again?
I don't understand, I need this dementia to end?
Where is the darkness that I made?
Why is my cocoon starting to fade?
What is this body still doing here?
I thought I was dead, not to reappear.
What happened while I slept trying to slowly die?
I don't understand the "how's" and the "why".
I have wings where my body used to be,
some cruel trick must have been played on me.
Must be proving a point for the world to see,
because without proof we choose not to believe.
I guess they know it's everyone's prayer,
to one day be able to soar way up there.
I heard it before, but didn't think it true,
that when life ends, it really begins then for you.
I thought that death was the final call,
I was sure they had lied and deceived us all.
I had no faith and I did not believe,
there was no evidence for me to see.
I thought my life was a waste of time,
so I decided to give in and end mine.
I gave up hope and decided to die,
but now look at me, I'm a beautiful BUTTERFLY!
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