Buradi's Journal

All three of these I wrote three years ago.

The Lone Tree

a tree

stands alone

on almost barren ground.

the tree

tries

to be strong

but won't last

forever.

hail and stinging sleet

assault it,

rains pound it,

the sun constantly

looking down

on it.

when lightning strikes,

it bursts into flames,

each time leaving it

a little

worse off.

under this abuse,

its branches get broken,

its being burnt.

it's been burned time and again.

it can't stand anymore,

it gives up and falls down.

sound familiar?

The Path

I walk along the dim path.

i like the dark.

It wasn't always so dark.

it used to be bright.

As I go farther, it gets darker.

no looking back.

Sometimes, I get caught in a storm.

and join in.

I often get attacked by wild animals.

with no way to protect myself.

Sometimes some like me walk with me.

but still i'm alone.

I stumble over roots and logs.

and sometimes fall flat on my face.

Branches scratch my face.

the blood makes me weak.

I want to lie down and give up.

but i don't.

The path continues with a light somewhere.

i will make it to that light.

Trust?

I trusted you.

You seemed just

So nice.

So kind.

So giving.

So caring.

So loving.

So

     Trustworthy.

Yeah,

         Right.

They were all lies.

You wanted

                  Me.

I needed

              You.

You used my

                    Need

To fulfill your

                    Desire.

You shattered my trust,

Like pieces of glass.

Someone should give you

A taste of

Your own

               Medicine.

I had a dream weeks ago that summed up how I see how we live after what we've been through.  We live in our own world, everyone else lives in theirs.  There is glass separating the two worlds.  It's dark on our side, light on theirs.  That's why, unless they are close up to the glass, they can't see into our world and understand what's going on, yet we can see what is going on in their world.  The very first time you are forced upon, you enter our world.  Each subsequent time, you travel deeper into our world.  If it happens enough times, you can lose sight of the other world and can't understand it as well.  All you have is what you can see of it and memories of being in that world, if you can hold onto those memories.