Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
As I set and look into this wasted reflection of a human being, my life quickly passes right in front of my eyes.
What was once just a shadow is now what I live as for the rest of my punishing life.
I hear no beat of my heart I see no definite shape of my body; there’s no longer flesh that gently covers my naked bones.
What I once called my house is now just an abundant home; my eyes no longer open to see the sunrise out of the window.
I no longer smell the aroma of the Sunday pies, I feel tiers building up waiting for the explosion of my cries, I wonder what’s my objective, is it to live a short life then die, or is it to live an everlasting life watching all of my family members pass me by.
I will no longer take this punishment, I will no longer live my life as a lost soul, and I will no longer set waiting for good to come out of this life.
I’m ready to leave so where is my light?
Please let me escape this unknown place, travel through a world that belongs not to me, seeing things that my eyes should not see.
Shall I leave this world unknown to mankind “what is my name? Just a name that is not known, ” whom shall I cry to when there is no one here to hear me cry.
A reflection of a human that has been looking for the love that was not lost, but was never found. Trying to get some solid ground searching this mans land for a peace if it that has never touched.
No longer is this world mines it has never belonged to me, the sand that my feet stands upon dose not even belong to us.
No longer shell I allow my eyes to gaze upon the beauty of God’s gift to us; I live only because I am not permitted to die.
As I stand trying to make where I went wrong is this the way of our life.
No longer will my eyes be closed to the way of this world I had blinders on assume that this life was free, no pain can hurt me as long as I don’t hurt thee “ what a joke, ” that statement was not meant for me, but no longer will I.
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