Whole of the day's stress,
Would have made me depressed,
If I hadn't stopped at that sight,
To take a look at the night.
The darkness teases me,
Reminds me of my dark life.
The lights confide in me,
And teach me to be agile.
When I stand at the side of this busy road,
I watch restless people moving around, busy but bored.
I realize,
I was one of them a while ago
It's nice,
That Now I'm just looking at them, as they come and go.
Sometimes,
I feel helpless , I feel I am alone
Other times,
I feel sad, I feel I am not strong
To be clear and to be precise
I feel this isn't a place for me to survive
Then I take a look at the lights.
They make me feel so alive.
I notice my life's journey has just begun
Life tickles me with these feelings just for fun.
I am not alone,this is my solitude.
I am with myself , interestingly on this busy road.
Now that I know,
This air lets me breathe and this noise lets me think.
To survive in a world like this, I know, I am the best thing.
§uhani
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Lights of the night
PoetryThe hope in the form of light that we find in the dark moments of our lives and how we overcome them . Metaphorically written as lights that we see in the dark night.
