𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬: "The Rhythm of Life" By Asliah Baute

 

Photo by: Marc Rusmir Del Monte 

Published by: Sarah Belamide

Date Published: November 13, 2023

Time Published: 4:00 PM

Category: Poetry 

Subject: The Stage of Adulthood

 

 As the days pass over us like a withered leaf,

I am covered by doubt as years passed by.

Staring at the dreams of my younger self,

I am left with this feeling, I am scared.

I wasn't aware, adulthood will be this tiring.

As a child, I wanted to grow to be alone,

But now I am reminiscing the days where the only thing that I am scared of is my mother and not my future, life started shattering when I turned thirteen.

Really, I can't recall the last time I laughed,

Because every day feels like a survival game.

As the sun goes down, the torture continues.

My days are filled with work and stress,

Everything around me feels heavy,

The searing pain was burning, tearing me apart,

And here I am sitting alone with my thoughts—

But even resting feels like a crime, I wonder

Why is that? Why do we look sinister whenever we want to sit down and rest?

I miss the kind of excitement—enjoyment that effortlessly evokes laughter, stimulating my wits

To share jokes, and engender a radiant smile from ear to ear. I began seeking for a sanctuary,

Rather enervated by the series of disheartening events. I try to find moments to be alone, but then I feel the urge to explore and experience. 

How is it that when I am out there in the world, 

I just crave to be alone again?

My words, actions, and thoughts will be lost to time.

The thought that everything I have ever done will eventually fade into nothing.

It's a constant battle, trying to find a balance between freedom and enjoying life.

It's a never-ending cycle, of yearning and wanting.

I never seem to find the perfect medium.

I don't want to choose, but if reincarnation is real,  

I hope we can both be reborn into a peaceful family.

I am aware that everything will come to an end.

And it scares me because in that moment, 

I am faced with the harsh reality, that I am just a temporary being, and with this tormenting life,

I hope everyone will find peace in their heart,

Before death comes knocking at our door.

Let's live a life where we can say we did exist,

And wait for another rainbow of fulfillment.

The hope of a beautiful garden in another life.