Let me be

I dream of walking in a forest, lonely, cold in search of something. I love the trees, love the rustle of the leaves but their ghastly shapes haunt me. They remind of me something. Something deep that dwells inside me. That is yearning to come out. Its hidden in the dark corners of my heart just the way the old bushes of the forest are. Mystical, undiscovered, unimaginable, deep and scary.

Why do I then like these places? Why do they attract me? Why is my heart leading me to the caves than the open grasslands? Why do I prefer the dark thorny bushes than the beautiful trees full of green and fruity colours?

The beauty of the caves remains undiscovered until you step inside that hollow. The thorns don’t hurt you neither do they amaze you until you scratch yourself against them. If they were not meant to cause any pain, they would not be existing.

Am I hoping to discover the entry to a new world through these bushes? Like a black hole. Like a tunnel, it would somehow reveal the secret of universe to me. It will somehow change my perception and tell me that everything that looks dark is not bad and is there for a purpose. It will somehow release me of my pains, my guilt, and my so called dark patches of life.

I would have then experienced it all and would come out victorious, bright and shiny. The light of knowing will then shine upon me from distant. Making me richer with my bruises and experiences.

Even if it’s dark, the moon always shines. Even if it is cold, the sun always rises at dawn. And if it does get lonelier, remind yourself how you came alone while entering this world.

 So Let me get hurt, let me cry the river, let me fall and rise, let me discover my universe, let me be everything that’s in store for me. Let me be me.