I think something's wrong with me because happiness doesn't come easily. It always seems out of reach, like a mirage on the horizon, taunting me.
And I've been yearning for a sanctuary, an island, a haven of peace.
Instead, I feel trapped in Purgatory, wondering if there's even a place for me.
Where do lost souls go when they can't find a place to call home?
I've lost sight of who I wanted to be, drifting between the person I once was and the person I'm supposed to be.
Tell me, who do you want me to be?
Because my expectations are too high for me to reach.
I'm caught in the struggle between reality and dreams, forever chasing but never achieving, forever searching but never finding peace.
And I know Life was never promised to be easy;
they called it a "climb" on Disney, a mountain to conquer.
Yet this mountain has been steep; for every ten steps I take forward, I stumble eight steps back.
And at just 25, shouldn't I still be filled with zest?
Shouldn't I still have dreams burning bright, guiding me through the darkness, lighting my way to a place where I belong?
Instead, I feel lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
I'm searching for a beacon of hope in a place where I no longer feel at home. And I catch myself pleading, "Dear God, I think my time here has reached its end. I think I'm ready to come home again."
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Echoes of the Lost
PoetryIn a world that often feels overwhelming and uncertain, poetry has been my refuge, my way of making sense of the chaos around me. This collection is born from a place of introspection and longing, a testament to the raw emotions and profound questio...
