The Bitch’s Cradle I

slowly i rekindled the fire inside me,
embraced the rays of the sun that showered my face
on a bright sunday morning…
resurrected from the sorrow that’s within.

but as i slowly mold myself to resilience,
another chaos led to misery,
uncertain what this emotion could be,
an extreme feeling which again walked me to
another turning point in life.

i tried to live happily,
though in the stillness of the night,
i hear the deafening sound of loneliness,
i put my headphones of denial,
to protect myself from the screaming truth
of being alone…

though a valiant fighter i may seem,
blissfully facing the fast pace of life,
lurking behind my shadow,
is the face of the knight
that the princess in me want to possess.

his presence is there anywhere i set my eyes to,
he haunts my dreams…
and in my dreams he adores my soul.
but as the dawn gives birth to a new light,
darkness eats the hope in my heart,
for when i open my eyes to see the wonders of the world,
all i can lay my eyes to is the emptiness on his face,
telling no emotion that i can count my life on.
the creation has turned gray,
and so is the heart that has been yearning for a miracle,
a miracle that will save it from a slow, painful death.