Seek
I see a bright street light outside my window. Yellow colored bulb to light up the high way. It makes me think about the light which is slowly dimming in my life. What have I done? What have I become? I live in a good house but never in a home. Home is far, far from where I am. They said I was lucky that I am where I am now, but really, was I? Was I lucky to be alone, this far? I seek peace in a place where I ran to find solace. But now, I crave the warmth from the people I call home. Empty as I am, I found my truth; that love can give ruth. To give love, one must know what it meant, because if not, one can't. To let go and trust the process, one must be prepared to be broken. I was whole, and yet here I am, vulnerable, raw and open. Time will tell if I'll ever trust my heart again to someone, to start anew. Because everything changed, the moment I let my heart go askew. To see the light again, and enjoy the rays the sun shines upon me;