FINAL QUESTIONS

If I think of the time to come, I cry,

the end of being, no longer alive.
My soul shall pass on when indeed I die.

Please tell me what will be when I'm not live.


Shall I know that I am I or that I

Shall be I, when my soul floats free as wind?
Reality will fade, a whispered sigh.

My empty shell will lie quiet with my kin.


Where will my soul end in shadows or light?

Will others be around or I alone?
Shall I witness to the love of God's might?

Or shall I be left to wander my own?


These questions I ask with a bit of fear,

For as you might see, I hold life, very dear.

TO REACH THE DOOR

I struggle and strive for the open door,

A heavy mist clouds my eyes as I stretch,
and find the opening no longer there.


Strong, fierce desire strengthens my struggles.

Ultimate questions, ultimate answers.

To open and unlock the mysteries,
is that desire which has enthralled me.


The quest goes on and on, will I ever

reach the open door and find the answers?

Or will it be slammed, in my face, again?

SADNESS

Blank eyes,

an empty stare.
Tired limbs,

a heavy heart.

Down-turned lips,

a sigh.

TORN

Torn,

one way - then another.
Pull, rip, tear,

I feel pain.

Continuously,

until,
I lie shredded,
a pile of broken dreams.

I AM...?

Just wait and see, it will come,

just wait and see they said.
Here I wait and wait and wait,

and nothing yet has changed.


I'm still the same,

I have not changed,
I'm still the same, you see.
I am the same and still -
no one wants me.

Why don't I change like they said I would?
I am what I am,
I told them but they said -
you'll change.

I will not change, I swore to them,
I will not change.
I am who I am and honestly think I cannot change.

Why should I change to please someone?
Why should I change for them?
I like who I am.
I like what I am.
I will not change, I swore to them,
I will not change.

I have not changed,
lonely I may be,
but unhappy would I have been if I had changed.


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