I still waited with heart ache
For the time to pass
To see my life, overpass the little direction
As I walk and stand, the sound knocks from within
Over and over, it says to me about the inability
Seeing the strings of mountains and ghosts of lives damaged
I hold the ache for a purpose
To live and then to live again
To become what I could be again under the sky of stars and moon
To hold someone who agree for a walk
To see the whips of sunlight from the window
To make life liveable again.
-M.D.
Scribbled Stories 