Path

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I walked on the road, under the moon, cell phone on ear, that day

That one call could change my whole life, my views, my entire way

Every ring sounded like a drum roll to my next heartbeat that skipped

Goodness, if my heart was fatigued, I wouldn't have known, I never really listened

Across my brain words flashed like lightning, sentences echoed like thunder,

Round and round the tornado went, thoughts in shambles, my brain going haywire

You are a girl, you have to be certain, for a dream you have to be starved

You only have to walk on the path, for you that is already carved

Tearing the heart and swallowing the emotions that fell from the eyes

I let those words, phrases, my life sentences cut through like knives

Look at me now, all of you, I am still walking even if I am far behind

I am starved and parched but I can still dream and go against the wind

That carved path you bothered to lay out is way beneath my sight and ambitions

You were deaf to me; I am blind to you, your hard and fast expectations

My questions to you all, are easy to hear but dare you to answer

Did you happen to see my life, my fate, my destiny written on a paper?

How can you read and dictate what I mean to life and my meaning to me?

Is it so easy for you to read it like a story, shred the pieces and scar my ambition?

Ever realized you actually tore my goals, my dreams and made them fiction?

Yes, the path is long and bumpy and sometimes the moon veils in clouds

But I am sure I will make it through despite your scowls and frowns.

Editor: Veiled_Intellect

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