i am searching
but for what?

in times of uncertainty,
my thoughts direct itself
reminiscing about a past
because it seems close
but really it is unbearably distant;
the recent memory is not worth the reach
just to find that dysfunctional moment of comfort,
a mere sense of everything-will-be-ok
that mimics the meaning of a hug.

i am avoiding the traps of the easy
to conquer the fears without temporary fix;
the road is too worn by all its travel.

faltering on weakness during weakness
cannot be an option.

life is constant,
to mature for the better
to realize your own being
to search


reference point: "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost