Closing my eyes as breeze flew trough the hollows of my ears,
This aching feeling,
Those sleepless nights,
These breathless hours,
And I keep on looking down,
As I thought of the tomorrow that never seems to come,
The stares of deviled eyes,
The speech of lucifer,
I wonder,
Will this head stood tall once again?
(FH Dream Writer, August 2015)
I squinted my eyes as the rays flung through,
Am I alive,
I open my eyes and think again,
This is not a dream, is it?
These invisible wings that I tried to spread,
That I tried to spread if I can fly again...
Wondering..how the end of the tunnel would be,
I am afraid but I know I could not just stay here doing nothing.
I know this is not the end,
These feet that kept me standing,
These scarred hands of mine,
The proof of sufferings and hardships,
Years of pain oh will I see the end?
No, it is not the end yet...it is just the beginning,
It is merely a start,
And as I stood in front of this great big wall of yesterday,
Breathing so ever soothingly,
I began to realize,
more and more...
That,
I am Alive,
(FH Dream Writer, Nada, Balqis, Darma)
Cut.
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