Hidden explorer
Porcelain skin
So beautifully woven by nature
Yet confusing to this heart
Stung by secretive excursions
As these thoughts get thrown
Into a razor blade web
Spinning in disillusion
Descending deep within myself
With nowhere to go from here
I pledge to my existence
The will and fortitude
To find the problem
Yet, inquiring may break this heart
Into millions of pieces
‘Of been there
Done that before
As the residual redundancies
Get so over enduring and old
Nothing to do
But lay dormant in dreams
Looking up to the sky
To ride these troubled times through
Why am I so infatuated with the impossible?
When all possibilities laugh
So manically in my face
Still searching
Though this pride feels so unsafe
Hope becomes brittle
Porcelain dreams keep venturing
From place to place to place
Yet, this fragile heart
Would do what it took
To make sure
This porcelain beauty
Never has a scratch
Let alone break
But will I ever exist in this scenario?
Only time will surely tell
Spring ahead, dreamer
Things may all get much better
When the sun itself
Finally takes its place
In the hopes and dreams
Upon where these feet will take me yet
I may be invisible
But nothing could ever
Take these dreams away
I am my own
That is all
Life is a serpentine road
With so many twists and turns
Perhaps maybe someday
I will truly find my way
My faith points…
Which direction?
I have to make my own path
For better days ahead
From here on out
I must pave myself a road to existence
Somehow finding myself
In the open realms of possibilities
Painting myself
Into rewarding ventures ahead
Somehow I must pave the way
To completion
No matter how long it may be
Or hard it may get
I must pave myself
To the road to existence
Someday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem