|Traipsing Through Thornbushes
By Pheonux on 04/09/2009
,,, and while searching for the freedom,
from the bondage that is self,
I found you supposedly hunting,
for the same thing.
So together did we traverse,
traipsing through thornbush.
It wasb''t long before I realized,
maybe your goal was slightly askewed,
from that of mine own.
Now the sunset is whispering to my eyes,
words of encouragement.
"Continue on the journey you must.
Even if the path you tread,
is devoid of the presence of another soul."
I sleep that night, pondering future acts.
Abrutly I awaken, the sun is streaming down.
Now I see the world around,
for it is no longer painted with shadows,
caused by the waning of light.
Footprints before, but none behind.
Thronbush ahead, but this is mine.
For I see pain in the hardship, that we had overcome.
And I see the fruits of labor, that we had done.
I leave the fruit, the pain as well.
I look into your eyes, and realize something new.
About you, about me, about us.
And I wish we had not traipsed through thronbushes.
But we did, and have overcome!
-Poems are not just words written on papers. First, they were words, written in minds, and on hearts.-
© By Pheonux On 4/9/2009 10:49:55 AM