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Struggle, I'm lost.
Struggle, he said I'm the obstacle of his freedom.
Struggle, he said I was given freedom.
Struggle, I'm searching for the tree of life.
'Please, let there be light in the darkened room.' I would beg. Struggle to break free, and still I struggled. "Freedom you’ve been given," he said. But the freedom given wasn’t the freedom I sought...
Tears couldn’t be seen, voice couldn’t be heard. Behind this locked door, I feared, I cried, I screamed... and I’m lost. I’m struggling but no one sees. In their eyes this is freedom I owned. They told me not to ask for more. I dare not to ask. I deserved to remain silent. Any sound I make shall soon be killed.
I am freezing...
I need not anything to fill my room. For in their eyes, the freedom and questions, this void I remained had already fulfilled. But worry not; they will always remain in my heart, as I’ll slowly wilt from theirs along the empty memory. This quietness I own, a gift, which allows me to listen, to watch, to question the curious; whereas I learned and I gained the wisdom - that’s the name - which doesn’t belong to my age.
I’ve come to realize that I was given with choices. Maybe it was me who couldn’t grab the choice. It was just me who couldn’t learn to fight for her will but only to surrender to the voice of both truths and lies. I’m not stupid. I’m just too smart to understand the meaning of desire, and never learn how to fight for it.
I never required sympathy…
Of what I speak and do, had yet to reach the level of the speakable mind...
I should stay at where my age belongs…
Along this silent, the one special gift, I ought to return to the dark, of where I once lived inside.
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Posted by babyblue_girl on 2009-06-24 02:08:55 | Rating: | Views: 17
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