A
Boy Searching for Light
Born
into a world of darkness, a world void of all light no matter which
way you look. How does one see his way? What one sees around him is
the dimensions of what is already predestined to be, or is it a world
where one's imagination creates to form his own light into an
unknown world that is thought to have unlimited possibilities and
dreams. That without this world of hoping to become something greater
or meaningful that there will always be darkness looming over, with
no need of hope is a world full of despair and therefore no need for
light but the void of darkness. One can almost sense that without
hope or thought one is dead. Not knowing what light is, just becoming
surrounded in darkness. Void of what the meaning of being alive truly
is, having been stripped of that justice. To avoid such a fate, he
chooses to search for this ray of hope which many call light.
Everyone ask what he searches for but all he is, A
Boy Searching for Light.
This young boy came from his pedestal of his mighty
empire of his hope the very burning ray of light. Though one day he
fell away from his throne. It was the same as if falling to the earth
from the moon. With nothing but darkness around him he becomes void
of light, blind of his surroundings. Nothing of meaning or hope
present around his life to pull him from darkness. He lost his seat
from his lack of surrounding and letting his hope outweigh everything
and everyone around him. He didn't hold on to what was important to
him. After losing what was his true hope he fell from power. Then
fell into a pool of darkness full of despair and that's where he
created the sound of his own madness, where he created his book of
pain. He hurt everyone he knew and left him hurt and left many scars.
When he came to his senses it was all but too late to make it up to
those he hurt. He didn't know how to get back or make up for what
he lacked. All he knew was that he needed to improve.
From the ashes, raised a man of unknowing tales.
Once the dust was blown away from this once great giant, you can see
the scars and the emptiness of his mind as if he belonged to a war
long forgotten by many. He stands as if all that's left is his urge
to live. How long has his mind been in this state of thought?
Curiosity, this foul source that brings knowledge that's true but
best left unheard. I asked this war-torn man a question. What
happened to get you in this state?
He said, "The world I pledged my ideals and hopes,
the world where I built my empire, throne, and my followers, greater
than your eyes could see beyond the horizon. Yet, with all that, I
still was not strong enough to protect my world I created. It was all
but, a day dream of this once foolish King."
Just as he appeared out of ash, He fell into a pile
of ash. That is when I realized who I was talking to. It was a
reflection of who I was in my darkest moments. They say when reality
slaps you, go back to where you once were. I refuse to go back where
I once was, otherwise I will repeat the same error. It's time to
rise and become something better. Become the Ideals, Hope, My
Identity!!!!
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