I am lost.

I don’t know where I’m going

There are many destinations

But each seems so far away

And too hard to obtain

It is dark too

And cloudy

But the clouds are in my head

Sometimes I see a light

But the light only appears after a blow to my head
Or a blow to my heart

It is only when I am broken do I find the light

The light is like a path of its own

When I follow it every other destination seems futile

I feel nothing and everything at once

Peace

But the path is uphill

And slippery

And I keep on falling

Fall

Fall

I am falling

When I fall I forget the light

It becomes like a flickering lamp in a misty forest

It becomes like a light you want to shield your eyes from

The irritating kind

But it is still hard to forget

It always flickers in the back of my mind

It is easier to forget because most around me ignore the light

They are all walking, running, even dancing on the other path

In masses

They say it’s the path to freedom and peace

But sometimes it is hard to believe

When all I see are corpses

And people who may as well be

There is intoxication to escape from reality

There is blood

And people are dying

Why are they dying?

Nobody is stopping

Even the strongest are defeated and tired

Puppets and dogs on strings

But all are holding signs

Saying that they are happy

I don’t understand

There is a book

And a man

Many men and women

Whom history tells us were good and kind

Who told us that isn’t the path to follow

That it only leads to heartbreak

And reminded us this world is but temporary

And it wasn’t designed to carry the most precious and heavy of our possessions

Our hearts

That if we want to break the cycle of heartbreak

Then we must break

Break completely

The ceilings and walls

Of our hearts

And minds

Only then will the fog clear

And we can seize the branch that will never snap

The branch that said it fashioned us gave us due proportion

And breathed in us a light from its own divine light

The light that seemed so familiar yet so alien in the lamp in the misty forest of my head

And when we recognize the lights are from the same source then we will have succeeded

And when we truly love for others what we love for ourselves

And when we greet each other with words of peace

It should be easy

And I wish we always lived this way

But we don’t

And I don’t

And I break

Wishing I did

But it is the breaking which keeps us whole and firm

The breaking symbolises the love from the divine

If we didn’t break then we would find comfort on the wrong path

I like to remember this

When I am lost

I am still lost

But not completely

R.S