Unknown Path

I walk through the trees
list'ning for water
avoiding the bees
so not to falter.

Where am I headed?
thought I had a clue
long since I bedded
and drank some good stew

An untrodded trail
to somewhere I hope?
or circles of hail
taking me nowhere.

Alone?

Imagine that you're a little bit different from everyone else. You're the person almost everyone looks up to. No, not popular or overly good looking. Just kind, and generous but strong. You care about your life a lot more than most, and you haven't made so many stupid mistakes.

But, no one quite understands you because you're so different. To compensate, you've learned to understand them very well. You can tell how people are likely to react, since they are so predictable. You can tell how they feel by how they respond to things. For the most part, you learn wear a mask and pretend to be just like everyone else. People don't like what they don't understand.

Rough misunderstandings slowly pile up, along with waves of emotions and flashes of loniness on the dense sea of the subconscious. Sometimes the storm is just so disturbingly lonely. Sometimes all you want is someone to hold their hand out to you.

Sentimentality

There was once a time in our lives when we made promises that would last forever, when we made huge blunders that we would not realize until much later, and when we formed memories that would guide us through the rest of our lives.

Yet many of us don't look back, and close the door behind us. When did sentimentality become such a loathsome value? How can we let ourselves lock away and reject the child we once were? No matter what, that child will always exist, asking for yet unfulfilled desires.

Emotions we never got to say. Secrets we've kept too long. Thick memories left unshared. Many of the old childhood friends exist in this realm as adults. Shall we let our past mistakes bring us shame? And are our old promises too difficult to keep?

Holding out hands while stuck in mud. We should at least try. No one can do it alone. Brush some off and continue through the pit.