One Must Do what One Can

Boy Afghanistan

ONE needs to pray, and do what ONE can

Day after day – ONE step at a time…

Too many sorrowful tongues fall upon too many deaf ears

Too many listen to voices designed for war and not peace…

Too many eyes stay widely shut, too few remain wide open

Too many dreams, too many lives have now been killed & aborted.

Too many painful words too many people are speaking

In too many broken homes too many children are living,

Too many do not even try because it takes ‘too much’ to make it

Rather than learn from the best – they stay busy envying & hating…

Is it far more tragic that too many die?

…Or that far too many do not have a life?

How many answers can one receive when so many questions arise?

Too many pages provide for so many – waaay too many whys…

Figuring out too many things consumes too many years;

Fixing one’s gaze on too many ‘too manys’

Creates too many tears & fears…😢

There sure seem to be too many truths, yet

Worth mentioning is the following one:

ONE needs to pray, and do what ONE can

Day after day – ONE step at a time… 🙂

‘RETROSPECTION’

My past is a story of a tortured soul

Trapped in a jail with invisible doors

No way out and no way in –

Complete unawareness of being within

…In the heart of the greatest lie…

I was the most faithful friend of my greatest enemy

I was the lost coin

Looking for ways to be destroyed

Locked away. Locked in…

 

Believing religiously that I held the key

Surrounded by darkness from inside of me

I was a vampire, not even a leech –

so convinced I lived, convinced I was free

Chasing after shadows and fighting with winds

I just kept running around, like a chicken – beheaded one

Just running in circles, running in the darkness

Flipping my crippled wings in my utter madness

Admiring the image of my ugliness

Tripping against each stone on my way

In the dirtiest soil I kept washing my face

Not knowing why I kept running away –

Away from the world!

Away from myself!

Away from my fate!

Running after freedom, getting more in-caged!

I tried! …To break away from the spell of his darkness!

But was overwhelmed by fear and tangible sadness…

…After I experienced all deaths that were mine

He surrounded me with a silent shout singing:

‘Girl, for you my body has been drained of blood.

How many more times will I pass you by?

How many more crimes will you bring to life?

Recognize me – I am He… Acknowledge me now.’

My past is a story of a tortured soul

Trapped in a jail with invisible doors… 🙂