effort
Caterpillar
What is the purpose of beauty without creatures to charm?
How can the moon awake passions without the black sky of the night?
Where would swallows be going without a winter making them fly?
Why are you afraid of the darkness if you experienced the light?
We are born in pain, because it is pain what proves us alive.
We must master the fall before we learn how to walk.
We can only accomplish success if we experienced the fail.
You are worried, I see, use this friend’s ear, let’s talk.
I hope you believe me, my friend, your worries will pass.
You will endure the pain, you will soon understand.
It can’t be always the same, it can’t be back as it was.
But your night will be over, making place to a brighter dawn.
The phoenix has risen from ashes infinite times.
The flood of punishment passed for resurgence of life.
Our ancestors strove struggles to bequeath us some peace.
You can make the future brighter. Stand up! Do not abdicate!
It's a Metaphor! (I'm not good at titles)
A seemingly infinte amount of books line shelves old and new
You can't possibly read them all, but shouldn't settle for just a few
The cover is a starting point for weeding through the masses
Even though its what the author wants you to see, not necessarily what is past it
Some books have lost their covers too
Taken apart by readers that came before you
Whether the cover is hard or soft
The pages it protects, holds the truths that you've sought
Your world could be warped by the words of one page
You could flip through a thousand and find they had nothing to say
There's no guarantee of what you will find
But I urge you keep looking, and yes it takes time
For if you've found a story that never gets old
You can read it each night and new love still unfolds
Then you already know there's nothing better you can do
Than looking for that book that was written just for you
Odd Man Out
Sometimes, I realize how different I am.
A shape that doesn't fit into any one particular place
Odd man out
When I look back on how versatile I've always been
Lots of different cliques, not a singular type of friend
Expending everything I have to be someone people want to talk to
But for what?
What am I searching for?
I can identify so many beautiful things that I have
In real life
A short few people who actually love me, for me
When I need them, they come through
In depth long conversation
Or just a simple cup of coffee because they're near
These are tried and true relationships
Sometimes I realize how different I am.
The tallest tree in the forest, towering above those who directly surround her
Or the tiniest grain of sand, undifferentiated, lost in an endless desert
So much the same, but uniquely separate in perspective
Nothing better, nothing worse
Just different...
If I had the choice to be somene else, in another place, another position
I wouldn't think twice before turning it down
I realize this isolation is an opportunity to turn myself around
I was once lost, and once again I will be found
I know I won't find myself in the struggle of another
So, I'll stop attempting to drown myself in the company of others
The silence, the absence, the willingness to be with me
The effort, The choice, The solace
It's become my sole necessity