LIFE IS A PARABLE

Life is a parable, amidst the road to life, life seemed to punch me hard,

When I  tried walking forward, the ground was too slippery and made me fall backwards.

And when I tend to rise, it was all over misty, and so, my vision wasn't that good.

I made a choice to be a runaway, hitting the road even when I wasn't supposed to,

Crowded by emotions, slowly, with open scars, not even my skin could get hold of my shit.

And so, I looked up to pull a fight for another day,

I was shattered, buried in an asylum of destruction,  depressed, dumb and broke, I was young but already aging, in the midst of the night, I was that son of fate who was writing his will.

Shattered, a life that was scribbled inside out, at no point was I able to account for where I was coming and where I was headed. But every time I put my hand on my chest, the heart beat ignited a larger than life attitude.

Just then, when I was headed to death valley, ready to let it burn,

Yes, a she came along the way, naive, paranoid, and not sure if I was taking another wrong turn, if I have to die, I'll have to die twice to live again.

All along the way, she has been the black smith that awoken the dead me.

In between the lines, grinding hard to make a living, she still had the guts to pat me on the back and appreciate the efforts, so done, one life, live it up.

Have you ever been gracefully broken? Shredded in tiny pieces, and quietly waiting to be thrown away, all you need is just to remain numb, nothing feels alright, and hit the red button.

She cursed her spell on me, amidst my haunting past, she till held my hand and blew some words in my face, the ambience radiated a life.

In that tiny closed door that I called home, she still came by, even my house was scattered just like my heart. Bit by bit, she started bringing life back in me.

Maybe some people already know of the future, they just hold our hands when we least expected.

Last night, in the odd hours of the night, nostalgia was my guest, the late night calls inspired a living. Do you recall those late night chats? they refilled my tasteless cup of life. As I smiled to tuck, I never let go the memories.

People will talk whether you are doing bad or good. Few months down the line, gone are the days I'll cut myself trying to choke the life in me. Gone are the days I was depressed, wrote suicide notes, and we burnt them together, in despondency, we bid the memories farewell as the smoke took off.

And maybe, that's how life fucks, tough hard. The future is  bright. I won't say I made it myself, she is that empress that knows her title. Royalty over love. Loyalty in my veins. Be certain I'll be there on your dark days.

All said and done, every man's dream is to build an empire, as I get up ready to face a new day, just know every finish line  is the beginning of a new race.