I woke up
Facing the
door of the labyrinth
Having no
idea where to go –
Daunted, scared.
As I entered,
I feel so meager.
The runners
were goliaths,
They prepared
weapons.
I am the
grass in the park
Who was
kissed by the soles of their gigantic shoes.
Experiences came,
moments passed
I fastened my
restraint –
It was a roller coaster of emotions.
The ride was
over; it felt surreal.
It will
always be nostalgic.
My position
in this trek’s still miles afar from the finish point,
My backpack
was heavier.
I learned to be
equipped for more, yet it was not as difficult like afore.
Maybe tolerance
level arose.
But enthusiasm
slowly died down
Sadly, from
excellence to mediocrity.
I tried to
add some spice,
Learned to go
beyond horizons.
Politics hasn’t
interested me before,
But here I am
in front of the people,
Promising and
trying to be favored.
This part was colorful, though.
The hardest
part, they say.
I’m now a
seed that fell in a shallow soil with underlying rock.
Storms and
stones are trying to pull me,
But one with
grit cannot be defeated.
My heart is
expectant.
It seeks
further.
It searches
for more.
The colorful splatters of this stage,
Will be one’s
inspiration.
I am, I am inspired.
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