Searching by Harlem

Searching

by Harlem

The touching feeling of grief

Sunlight shining on my skin

Warm loneliness of depression

Secluded thoughts

Racing through the halls of my mind

Echoing sounds of hope

The fight or flight

Runway of life

Leading me on this endless journey

Searching for that master-key

To happiness

Forever nine fields of emotions

Exploding on every step taken

Taking me into places I rarely enter

Floating passed this budding nursey of organic flowers

Gifting me this forbidden fruit

Testing me like mass confusion

The constant conflict between ying and yang – we’re creatures of comfort

Mind, body, and soul

Joyful is a lost art

To my spirit

Hopefully one day

I won’t fear it