The Journey of ‘I’

I look down and realize there’s a pair of feet
I wiggle my toes then giggle to myself
I admire the sparkly sandals, it’s so cute
I took one step forward and then another
I found it fun but knew it could be better
I start to quicken my pace
I wore sneakers for maximum comfort
I was running and running and running
I came to a halt, it was fine
I walked carefully and then aimlessly
I was dragging my feet for a while; not until
I discovered the stairs I’m meant to climb
I set my eyes on it, I’m getting there
I felt coldness, first on my soles then all over
I soaked them in a deep puddle
I stepped away as quickly as I can
I did not want to stop
I continued, not marching but stomping
I hated how wet my socks are
I persisted and then sprained my ankle
I stopped, sad — sat and stayed.

I Shouldn’t, Right?

all the questions I never asked
they still reside in my mind
often silently
but when the dark arrives
I grapple against them
they overpower
even the music that
walked me to myself

no, it’s not because I’m not okay
the truth is
I finally feel like a bird
which was once just a dream

I’m not sure if it’s universal
but when the comfort I hoped for
embraced me with its warmth
it felt uncomfortable
the silence felt less loud
and I was shocked,
I tried to be calm
then, it was raining for weeks

being at the edge
have I grown used to it?
I shouldn’t think
‘send me back’

I shouldn’t right?
yet it sometimes seems alright.

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I posted after a long time, I guess I remembered that I shouldn’t let my wits wilt. To the person reading this, live fully and be happy. Below is a wonderful song you can listen to.