Deep Well of Thoughts and Feelings

Unfinished Journey

More than a decade ago,
she woke up feeling agitated
Her eyes slowly walking around the halls
trying to see what's waiting for her at the end
She was like a lost kitten in a giant cage;
cries and the beats of the heart are being heard.
She asked herself, "Was it my heart or theirs?"
She drank her own saliva, whispering in her mind,
"Mama's waiting outside, so do a great job and make her proud."
And so she did.
Every step she made, every hand being raised, her back being patted by her shaking hand
for being brave enough to voice out her thoughts
despite her nervous heart saying no to her clouded mind.
She closed her eyes and woke up, having the urge to write
and now she was on the verge of crying.
Her ballpen's walking on memory lane.
Oh, how happy she is that she's still here–
fighting for her goals, motivating, strengthening her soul and heart
to reach the top while her feet are still on the ground.
And from there she will see that smile on her parents' lips, proving that they are proud.