Rekindle my fire
Alright…so, i was lonely at the time…the END.
I have been standing alone among friends,
I have been walking alone in a crowd,
I have seen so many faces,
But they all seem alike.
The voices I hear all sound alike,
Like one monotonous boring tune.
I have shook hands with many people,
Some felt coarse, and others soft
But when I think of it
I can’t even remember whose I shook some minutes back.
I just smiled at someone I think I know
And casually answered that I was fine
But deep within me, I know am not
I have never been for a long time.
I am totally lost, nearly without hope.
I wish I can rekindle the fire
That was once burning in me,
Then stand up tall and talk when people talk
But my spirit is weak and I don’t see the need to rise.
I guess I would have to walk on
And smile and wave when people wave at me.
I would wait for the sun to come up,
And the moon to take its place.
Everyday is a new day but to me,
It’s just any other day.
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What do you think the “fire” was? was it from a relationship? or was it that sense of purpose? you know feeling like you’re doing the right thing at the right time…and you’re in the right place at the right time…
I really like the poem, I think it speaks to a lot of us women…if you find out how to rekindle the fire, please let me know
’twas the sense of purpose i was missing…all i had to do was search deeper, cos ’twas still within me
Very deep… i can relate this
I enjoyed this. Hopelessness is HARSH! But I believe as soon as you release the feeling throughout your writing, it frees you of the feeling almost instantly.
Thank You for writing it.