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The Pathfinder: Sometimes Words Are Unnecessary
My Poem “Relationship’s End”
A relationship doesn't just happen,
a relationship takes time
to build, to grow, to change...
a relationship can begin
in many different places,
at many different times,
for many different reasons,
and in many different ways...
a relationship does not have
an established timeline, a map,
nor a explanation as to when
and how things will happen
over the course of it, nor why -
because a relationship must be allowed
to become what it is supposed to be.
When it comes to relationships,
you cannot compare
the relationship you have with someone
to the one shared by other people,
because every relationship is unique...
when it comes to knowing
what to do while in a relationship,
no one can know what is the right thing
and what is the wrong thing to do -
because no matter how much time
you spend committed to making
a relationship last as long as it can,
nor how hard you try,
things will undoubtedly happen
that will push every bond to its limit,
and cracks will ultimately start to form,
and one day -
through no fault of any one person -
a relationship, like a mirror,
might shatter into pieces
because of all the stress
it finds itself under.
Sometimes relationships end
because they have to,
because they were always meant to -
however, when you look back
over the path you made with someone,
you can see where things started
to slowly but surely go wrong
from all the clues
that were always there to be found...
when a relationship is no more,
and you have to walk away from someone
who used to mean something profound to you,
it can be easy to blame yourself
for why things went from good to bad -
but sometimes some things
are just not meant to last,
because sometimes when we catch up,
and then we go beyond,
what we always thought
a relationship would be
all we start to see
are all our chances to leave,
all the escape routes,
all the ways out we can use
to return to a state of being
when and where we are accountable
to no one else's actions but our own.
The Pathfinder: Interlinked
My Poem “Just Like That”
How can two people love each other,
and then, one day in the future,
the love they had,
the love that bound them,
and the love that meant
something to them
more than words could say,
seemingly disappeared -
as if with the snap of a finger?
How is that possible? How?
All those kisses... All those hugs...
All those timeless gazes...
All gone, all forgotten -
as of they never really happened.
What a sad story.
What a heart-breaking reality.
The beginning of anything
and everything is always wonderful -
but as time goes on,
and as things happen,
people change more
than they think they do,
people change other people,
and before anyone knows it
the world can be something
to someone one minute
and then the next something
completely different and new.
Most of the time,
change cannot be seen,
nor predicted, until it happens -
like a explosion in the fabric of reality
that causes waves to carry
far and wide, high and deep,
until, one day, you wake up,
you look around, and you feel
something inside of you -
and you are taken to a place
that you never thought
you would go to,
and all you can do
is keep going down the same road
that you now find yourself on.
There is a reason for everything.
There is a reason why people meet
when, where, and how they do.
There is a reason for why
people are happy,
but then they decide
they can no longer
proceed down a path
that they know is wrong.
There is a reason why
people give up on other people -
because they lose their faith
in something that they
always thought would be forever.
Endings are sad,
because they are meant to be...
if something stops
and you do not even blink an eyelid
then obviously what that something was
did not mean enough to you
for you to fight for it...
there is a strange feeling
that courses through you
when the music that you
always used to hear
suddenly goes silent,
and you almost immediately
start to forget something
that used to be so integral
to who you were and how you saw yourself -
there is always the shadow
of an after-image that remains,
but what was once present
now feels as if it has longsince past.
Every morning there is a sunrise;
every evening there is a sunset;
every time a storm rages
upon the surface of the sun
it sheds a part of itself
that ultimately makes its way to Earth
and interacts with the magnetic field
of our planet in the form of aurora;
every time two people
fall in love with one another
it is as if the mechanisms
of a ticking clock have been set into motion -
and only time will tell
what those two people
will choose to do together,
and with others,
before the day will come
when something beyond anyone's control -
but not out of the realms
of causality and possibility -
will effect everything,
and where something once was
something else will have taken its place,
just like that.
The Pathfinder: The Lesson
The Pathfinder: Nocturnal
My Poem “Lost Trust”
I have always believed
that trust was one of the most
important things in life
that can be given
and one of the most
painful things that can be lost;
however, the problem with trust
is that people are not always trustworthy -
people lie, but they always have
a reason and a motive
for why they do what they do,
and for why they say what they say.
I have been told that I am näive
when it comes to making a decision
when it comes to helping others
as well as too quick to
open my heart too easily
for others to take advantage of -
and though it pains me to admit it,
I am, and I have always been,
someone who has worn my heart on my sleeve,
and I have always given more
than I have received:
and I have been told that
that is the sign of a good person.
I am not sure if I am a "good person" -
but what I do know is that there are
people in this world who use others,
who cheat on others,
who have no respect for others,
and when it comes to making a choice
between what they want
and what others want
some people will always choose
to be selfish every time.
The number of people
whom I have trusted over my life
began small when I was younger,
and then, of course, began to grow bigger over time;
however, now I could probably count
on one hand the people
who I truly trust and why.
Love is not the allie of mine
that I used to think it was;
people have seldom been truthful with me;
my love is something I have
been too readily to offer another -
but I am here to say
that is about to change.
I have been hurt one too many times;
I have had my opinion of people
repeatedly overturned more
times than I can count;
I have done things for others
in the past the instant that they asked -
but now I am not so sure
if my ability to trust people
like I used to will ever return,
because I am recovering
from all the years and all the scars
of being psychologically,
as well as emotionally, burned.
All my muses have left me...
all who once aided my creativity
and made me believe that they loved me
have found someone else to leach from...
all I have left is what
and who truly matter to me -
those who can rest assured
that I will be there for them,
just as they have always been there for me,
because our pull to one another
is the strongest force of the universe.
All I know for sure is that
what has been lost will never return -
but one day, perhaps,
I will discover that I have
more faith to offer
and that not all my trust
has been lost.
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