Unwanted

Unwanted

Cubes,
like pyramids,
form an obstacle,
I cannot avoid.
Invisible,
like spotless glass,
only the mind,
can observe them.

Is it a trick?
a leftover mirage,
from a distant past?

Unknown,
is an untold story.
Unaware,
is the forgotten fragment,
of its life.
But who can find,
the unwanted?

Climbed,
are the steep hills,
of all my options.
Walked,
is the road,
that laid ahead.
Unseen,
are the solutions,
still in sight.

If the unwanted,
becomes wanted.
How do I find,
the final possibility?

 

Inside the box

Inside the box

Inside the box,
the noose around my neck tightens.
Trying to settle in,
the small nook is too cramped,
and all I want to do,
is to leave this small space.

All eyes tell a different story,
but when they look at me,
all their stories are the same.
Stuck in prejudices and opinions,
war is either neglect,
or fight back.
Who will love me as I am?

Traditions are for keeping,
but not if they suffocate the soul.
When everything is the same,
we are in desperate need of change.
Evolving is teaching yourself to be better,
learning is allowing yourself to grow,
for growth is a never-ending story.

Inside the box,
where I am unable to grow,
I look out into infinity,
where God asks me to live,
in His divine library,
where His great wisdom,
will lead me to eternity.