It was a boring journey I had,
Felt extremely bad,
Due to an uncomfortable chair firstly,
Then the traffic jam made things worse gradually.
I couldn’t sleep whatsoever then,
Not a little even,
If I travelled by plane,
I wouldn’t have to undergo such pain.
Yet I became happy,
Once the bus entered the city,
That I much adore,
That my heart longs to visit more.
My parents kept on calling me,
As unaware they were of my delay actually,
After all the bitterness in the journey,
I did climb up the stairs eventually.
Like a magician’s trick all my tiredness was gone,
After seeing the faces so common,
Yes, I did finish my roam,
I at last was home.
Wandering through the Hills of Terror
Where The King Self reigns.
Valleys, hills, mountains, caves
No markers or breadcrumb trails.
The snow covers the trails
Hiding where I’ve been
Camouflaging the way out.
Unsure of where I’ve been
Unclear of where I’m going
Grasping in the darkness
As the snow solidifies to ice around my being
Until only a chisel with carve me out
A hand reaches into the darkness
No chisel, just the warmth of Hope
Pulling, stroking, glowing, exuding, slowly melting the ice
King Self holds on
Fighting the warmth, clinging to ice
But the Hope is backed by Love and Care
And the force is much too much
Shattering the ice
Shards piercing the skin
Painful, relieving, shocking, scary
Clinging to the hand leading to the sun.
Leben ist eine reise
vorbersitung ffur dil seele
jedes hat ein ziel.
(c) copyright heather burns
La vita e un viaggio
perparzione fperla l'anima
ognuna ha um obiettivo.
My journey
started
the day
we met.
All my
hopes
and
dreams
became
reality
in your
being,
So sweet
endearing
so caring.
Once again
i was
taught to
love and
trust
completely.
As my
shadoow
you still
walk beside
me.
Encouraging
stay on
course
an awesome
journey
yet so brief.
(c) copyright heather burns
Life is but a journey
Preparation for the soul
Each one has a goal.
(c) copyright heather burns