Thankful for the sun that brings warmth to the hearts of the living. Thankful for the moon that keeps the secrets that we share with her in times of need. Thankful for the wind that blows off steam when our minds are filled with negative thoughts,
for the love we share, for the tears that pour down when we hurt, for the lessons we learn when we make mistakes, for yesterday, today and tomorrow And for the air we breathe.
Day by day, I stand idle behind the door, looking at the locks mounting on each other, trapped inside and I don’t know what to do anymore.
I am a prisoner in my own dreams, in my own world. I have been comfortable far too long in my so called comfort zone’, I am weak. Afraid to admit and too afraid to face my fears, hard to express, but the words are written on my tears.
It never crossed my mind, if I could or if I should break the silence. Maybe I can’t do it or maybe I need guidance.
A question always comes into my mind and has become a nuisance. What If?!
What If, the reason I am trapped in my own mind, is because I am afraid to face the world, to feel real pain, to fall and never get back up? What If, the reason I am trapped in my own mind, is because I am far too damaged to heal?
After all, only a man of courage sees a door where the cowards think there’s no way. Well, I guess I will never know until I try.
He woke up one day, seeing the firmament so pellucid and hear the birds do nothing, but sing.
A smile grew on his face and from that moment, he knew he was going to win. From a distance, his happiness started to blossom as he heard the school bell ring.
Despite all his past failures and all the pain, he suffered, as the story reads, his mother sacrificed all she had, giving him, her son, all he could possibly need.
Temptations, difficulties, so called trials and tribulations surrounded him, and he kept his chin up. So ambitious, so driven, he did what needed to be done, the temptations the enemy and his mind the gun.
He persevered, he endured, He prayed, and He smiled. He smiled, even in times that were considered the worst and yet he still looked up to the heavens, raised his hands and prayed for the best and he had to leave everything to his maker, to take care of the rest.
At the end of the day, he knew that this was all a test, for not only did the heavens bless him with success, but also, a story worth telling for generations to come, as the title of the story reads, ‘Hope never dies’.