I wrote a poem from red spilled blood And my words became tears secretly shed My sadness turned more bitter as they fed On my heart’s secrets and fell down dead
My thoughts laid down on lies and slowly soaked For they knew I had a mind kept well locked I whispered the tunes but they returned to mock As I was only a girl hidden beneath the rocks
I walked through the woods and caught my words My voice and my songs whispered and heard I danced again as the universe once more turned While my story disappeared all more learned
She was trapped in her own thoughts without a way out. Her past lingered in her mind, a shadow of a memory. She knew that the darkest part of the night was just before dawn, and she believed the dawn she was waiting for would arrive. Hidden deep inside her manor, she slept. All her aspirations and dreams hidden deep in her heart. She wanted to break out of the cage they had created for her, but she knew her powers were not enough to do that.
A plan for an escape was getting created in her mind. She called all her sisters and discussed her plan with them, but none fearing their parents wanted to escape. “There are monsters outside we can never escape. Outside this house it is never safe. If you want, leave alone, we will never come with you,” All her sisters sang in unison.
Disappointed she left them. She wanted to leave her manor and run away to what lies beyond. Her house no longer felt like home to her, but more like a prison. She wished she could run away and never return. A world of color existed beyond her walls, and she wanted to go there as soon as she could. She didn’t want to spend her whole life trapped between the walls of her house. Her little heart prayed and wished for the land beyond. “One day I will escape and prove them the outside is a safe place. One day I will run away and they will wish they had followed me. One day…,”she slowly whispered these to herself, and waited for that one day to arrive.
Castle in the moon I danced in your tune I walked, counted to two Then came the lovely blue A castle in the moon I now saw the moors Down in the hillside dunes Making a lovely hue My castle in the moon I wandered with a balloon Thinking about things in spoon I now know how to improve My only castle in the moon Looking good in june I knew about your tunes The way you played with runes My castle in my moon I know you miss me too I wandered down to you But you just asked me who
Sometimes I just stare into the sky and wonder, how small a being I am in this universe. This universe is a huge place and watching nature and its little wonders has always fascinated me. I always liked to count the colors in the rainbow, even when I know the answer will always be seven. I like to watch the river that reaches my neighborhood through the mountains.
The mountains are the best of nature’s creation. I always like to imagine the day when I will travel to the very top of it. Will the village appear small below me? Will I love that? I had already imagined how wonderful it would be to stand on the very top of it like the shepherds.The shepherds with there huge flock of sheep are always expected visitors in my village.
My favorite thing in the village is the night bonfires we have on festival nights. The festival nights are when I get to hear all those stories from faraway places. Sometimes the stories are told by one of the shepherds; but sometimes it is one of the elders who steals the show. I felt a tug in my heart as I started to descend through the sloppy path. I realized with a shiver that I am leaving this village where I had made many of my childhood memories. Memories that would be unreachable after a time.I knew I would come back here one day and that my villagers believed in me to make a living in one of the foreign lands. The foreign lands are better and more exciting, they say, but my village will forever be my home and my pride. I took a last look at the villagers as I continued walking down the path which will lead me away from my village and to the unknown lands that lay below.
We are all wanderers searching for water in a large desert. Some of us die before tasting the sweetness of the water from the river, but the others, who are determined to get to the river atlast, somehow get to it. They would have to walk through days with the hot desert sun looming over them; they would have to stay alive even when the nights threatened to freeze them to death.
While searching for our own piece of river, we make friends with fellow wanderers who happen to cross paths with us and are searching for their own piece of river. They will accompany us, some even motivate us, and in there own ways help us. We will also encounter manipulating thieves in our journey who are waiting for us to just point out our piece of river so they can get there and steal the water before we reach it. They will never succeed in the long run.
Some of the wanderers in the desert become those who when they are one step away from the river and decide to give up. They die without ever tasting the sweetness of water. They are the fortunate ones with unfortunate endings. I hope you keep walking in the desert even when the odds are against you and keep searching for your piece of river.
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