apersonaljourney – stories of love

Is it having your world expand,

the secrets

parts of you life you keep to your self,

pray that no one knows,

yet, it is ironic how often we have

similar travesties

we carry around with ourselves,

thinking just us

no one could possibly feel the same,

yet, we all do, we all do.

Different degrees of separation

disassociation,

we can convince our own mind,

long before we speak,

long ahead of that friend

who might

certainly be by your side

when necessary,

yet who determines

what necessitates

freedom from your demons.

Most times nobody ever knows,

they laugh about it,

imagine how ridiculous it might be

to carry out

such an insane

unreasonable decision.

Yet it happens,

next day news,

next year a memory

forever a wonder,

some will in their quiet

talk about peace

peace of mind

finding peace

inside the pain,

that internal storm

forever silenced.

We can hope, we can pray,

yet as a people, we can never

get in the way,

for it isn’t anyone’s choice

not yours, not someone everyone knew,

the choice is always the victim.