I'm tired and looking for inner strength, a light at the end of the tunnel...
Let the shadows point my light's path
To the lone peak that must exist above
That flat, dark tundra that is my life.
A place I can safely feel small and mortal.
With weaknesses not judged.
I am part of something much larger,
Where stars reach down to me,
And lift me up,
And I float free of restraints and ailments,
My spirit rising, soaring among celestial spheres.
There, amongst the great clockwork,
May I experience the feel
Of the celestial winds on my face,
And floating in their warmth,
Temporarily melt into the ether.
Could I have that be but just once?
It feels a simple wish
From a complex world of pain.
I try to understand
What it means to be “only human”.
Yet, I am stuck at a great crossroad,
In the cycle of life and death,
Blood flows from wounds within my heart.