Lost Souls

Each time I stood there

Mesmerized at the pieces of my shattered heart

As they all scattered and dance in the wind

Begging for me to chase them and to find them  

Yet how could I

When I, myself felt lost

To this agonizing misunderstood moment that taunted me 

One that was full of wonder and charm

As enchanting as the moon

But as dark as the night sky

How could I bring myself to wander alone

For that piece of me that belonged to another

I felt so weak

For anger was my only companion

And sorrow drowned my misguided soul in a sea of bitterness

Still, I endured and searched for what was not mine

Although in time it all became sort of vain

Or more so I lack the motivation

Because the memories started to fade

With the well of tears that soon dried up

Therefore, I casted away what was left of my grief

So that I could smile at the thought of creating something new

To find paradise… to find....

…Where birds may fly, and where the clouds may drift

A wanderer may wander, although one is not always lost.

Isn't it amazing...you know...the way in which we tend to stumble.

Perhaps this is our imperfection, 

And it would seem life can be made more beautiful because of it

 ~ Paradise’s Poet ~