I'm taking a break for a while, for no specific reason. Maybe because, I don't get as much inspirations as I used to.
I see my path,
Diverging in several directions,
Each road takes me to a different end.
But one path beckoned me in,
What lies ahead is unknown,
But I was confident,
I started to move along the dark tunnel,
And declared it my territory.
This is mine to walk down,
And I ardently believed,
That this is where,
I'll find what I've always wanted.
I gave my all to every step, every stone,
Every flower I planted,
Every being I fed,
Every disturbance I removed.
My imagination so traitorous,
Tricked me to believe this,
To be my dream's reality,
It kept chanting to my heart,
That I'll soon reach my happy ending.
It wasn't long before,
I hit the dead end.
I had to accept that,
This could go no more,
I have to return,
This was all my own misguiding assumptions,
My own imagination tricking me.
But instead,
I kept knocking on the huge rock,
That obscured the tunnel's way out.
With the unreasonable hope,
That it will move to give way,
To reveal my wishes to be true.
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Author:
Qurra Ain (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes our imaginations and assumptions can bring the death of us. Is it very unreasonable to keep wishing the rock would move instead of turning back?
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what a most wonderful thing is our imagination .. but the games and the tricks it does play can make or break us in but a micro moment .. enjoyed muchly Qurra Ain .. Neville
True. Glad to know that! Thank you
How very beautiful, I guess we are just where we are always supposed to be that's just what I believe. 🌹
Leave it just the way it is. That's how I am, most of the time. But sometimes, we just keep asking for something more than what is.
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