I heard some one
I turned for a glimpse,
I was wrong. No one was there.
On this long winding road I was alone,
I liked it that way.
The leaves were falling
falling till they nestled together,
Content in paving my path.
I heard that noise again.
Who could it be?
I turned to see, but I was alone.
And yet…
I realized then,
It was me…
My shadow rustling the dead leaves
I wrote this because even if I feel ashamed to admit it, sometimes I’m weak, and life can be really, really hard:
It’s rough, it’s interminable,
This game that we play,
No matter how hard you try,
It seems there’s no winning,
Only losing, of every kind,
Everyday is the same,
Grinding you away,
Struggles, struggles
The chance to fail,
It’s a fact of life,
A part of you,
You’ll get knocked down,
But are you content to just sit around?
Don’t run from the truth of it,
Don’t hide from your life,
Hold what you have,
It’ll all pass, with a rumble and a sigh,
Never give up,
Failure isn’t forever,
Ride the storm,
Ride the storm
When it gets down to that moment,
That moment I must say the right words,
I stress, and I fret and I panic,
All I can hear are the birds,
At first I try to ignore them,
To let the annoyance pass,
I have things to do, I have those words to say,
Yet the birds continue to harass,
With anger I curse them and their songs,
I need to attend to what lay in front of me!
But it’s the world that I should be listening to,
If I want my soul to be free,
I bind myself down,
To material concerns,
But instead I must let go,
It’s a hard lesson to learn,
Slowly I stop myself and listen,
Quieting my silent scream,
The birds are life’s way of speaking,
Saying far more than at first it may seem
