The 'Difficult' Journey

Why settle for a little rest?
When you are made for the best!

Why look for fruits?
When you are made for the truth?

If only you knew your worth,
You wouldn't be playing in this dirt.

Don't be afraid of the burns,
This time it is your turn.
The more you will burn,
The brighter you will become inturn.
No one can take it away from you,
To endure "so much", is a privileged of only a chosen few.

It might sometimes feel,
like you are falling in a bottomless pit.
But what safer place to fall?
When you know there is nothing you will hit.

If you do hit 'rock bottom',
let's hope there is a spring.

Imagine how high will you go...

What do I do with it?

some conversations left unfinished,

times we somewhat relished

none are ever going to come back.

They won't ever be the same. ever.

I wonder if it is us that has changed?

Or has time created this distance?

Tracks that touched each other, 

then running parallel, now drifting apart.

It seems like you never look back,

or do you look when I turn away?

It feels strange to ask you this now,

You are stranger than a stranger somehow.

Yes, we will find more people around us,

But there was a part of me that you have taken,

And a part of you that you have left.

What do I do with it?