I am drowning,
In this sea of melancholy,
combating against the tides of gloom.
I am trapped,
Caged behind the bars of guilt and worthlessness.
I am blinded,
Left in the darkness of the roaring present and echoing past,
Memories, they hurt.
Shame, makes me regret.
I am alone,
Travelling through the abyss of my life and the mountains I face.
And I search past these doubts and fears.
And I land in an island,
Looking for a guide that may save me from the oceans of doubt
Grasping for a key that may free me from the prison of guilt
Shambling for an escape that may lead me away from the noise of the world
Hoping for someone to lead me away from the turbulence of my mind
I am hopeful
In that search,
as I chase to find my freedom from myself
In confidence,
In forgiveness,
In silence,
In love.
Thank you a lot for sparing your useful time of your busy life to write this down. (:
P.S: No matter how we struggle, we always will land in an island of hope if we keep on travelling and combating against the pain and the struggles. All we need is 'hope'.
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