It’s an unusually rainy day in Miami. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s that I’m contemplating the meaning of life, but another poem popped up in my own, personal Mental News Feed. It might be a little depressing, compared to my usually chipper mood, but introspection is necessary in this world. How else would we be certain that the path on which we travel is the right one for us and whether our expectations are realistic?
The Lie
I fear that none of this
is real.
Not the home
which I adore,
not the dreams
I hold most dear
not the fire
in my heart.
The home
may become
a cross that weighs
heavy
on my back.
The dreams threaten
to become a fading mist
of lead pellets instead
of droplets
of water.
The burning fire
may grow dim
in the shadow
of a looming cloud
of perpetual rain.
I am
left to wonder as to
whether
I’ve misinterpreted
my guidance
or whether
I’ve miscalculated
my goals.
The answer, I know, will only be found in a leap of faith.
There is nothing to fear.
Namaste,
The Dragonfly’s Student
The Dragonfly's Student 