I have been revisiting my past journals looking for some inspiration and I found this poem which I wrote when I was 22 years old (it feels like a lifetime ago). It’s hard to connect with the feeling of sorrow and heartache that I felt at that time, but I can still feel the inspiration when I was writing it.
There is no darkness when we want to see
There is no tiredness when our will wants to continue the road ahead
I have come to realized that years are days
And that a lifetime can be summarized in a short story…
I believed you were the one,
I believe we were meant to be eternal,
But you are just a short story…
You are just a day.
Mari Park 2002
It is not easy to share intimate stories written by our souls at some painful time of our lives, but as I look back, there is no intimacy attached to it any longer, I guess I grew up and now is just part of long lost past.
Do you have old journals treasured in some forgotten drawer?