Standing at the beginning of the trail,
Ahead the path it's pitch dark, I behold.
Flashbacks the voices, the screams, I fear;
The past torments which left those scars.
Enfolded with this mist,
The alley triggered my goosebumps!
As I stepped ahead, appeared a twinkle of light.
Illuminating the whole lane, kept dark for decades.
I see stairs, leading to a deep gorge!
As the beam found it's way.
Reflecting all those lamentations, it widened,
Melting away the shredded pieces of my past,
And all those turmoils and the hurly-burlys!
As if it's the ray from the paradise,
Descended on the road, pushing me to move forward.
Now I see a door with a golden threshold in front,
Summoning me to open it wide
As my finger tips touched the glass handle of the door,
With the cold current down my spine, I discern,
There's still more of hope and much less of despair!
YOU ARE READING
~The Floating Dandelions
PoésieWhen the twilight cascades and the serenity speaks, these words play in head to drag out all the unsaid tales of truth in front of the world. There you go reader, interpret the verses in your own way and feel with however emotions you seek.
