The keyA Poem by Black JessHow can i see when my eyes are full of tears ? How can i feel when my heart is broken ? How can i live when i have no reason to live for ? How can i move on when all the doors are shut on my face ? How can i escape when i’m surrounded by these four walls ? I searched for the key of the chains that hold me But i couldn’t find it because it was too dark here And i was blinded by my tears and my fears But the key I was looking for was invisible , untouchable It was inside of me It was my hope , my confidence and my courage It was powerful than any other strength At that moment the four walls fell down In fact , they never existed , they were just an illusion They appeared when i was struggling with myself to find the way At that moment of weakness , I was imagining that i’m surrounded by the four walls And that it was over I can’t find my way It was the forces of the darkness that made me feel that way That’s why I thought i can’t live anymore I can’t see and feel at all , i can’t move on But the power of myself , my hope and faith was too strong so it saved me from breaking down and drowning in tears and sadness
The point of this story is that many people feel broken because they are not strong enough , their emotions are stronger than them , they let their hearts lead them and control them so they imagine more than four walls surrounding them . They imagine the whole world falling above their head , they become in serious problem of depression and in a delicate situation , They become easy to break , as fragile as a feather . They look for the cure to heal them for a thousand years , but the sad and ugly truth is that they will never find it because it’s inside of them , and it all depends on them , but they will never know . They will never know that they are THE KEY . © 2016 Black JessReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 24, 2016 Last Updated on July 24, 2016 AuthorBlack JessAlgeriaAboutWriting is my escape. I want to be lost in a world made of books,tea and rainy days. We need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overly.. more..Writing
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