I followed the unknown girl missing my way back home. I was sad over trolls lashing already aching heart.Can't be loved enough. I see no growth, no reason at all to stay. Paced on the path leading to the roughy rock. Sat in discomfort facing the hill far to reach.

I will return home. I did intend to.

Here I imagine life without having to worry so much. I wish then I was made a bee, maybe I'll be relevant with the honey I make.
Who would hate the maker of honey?
I asked..no one, I guess..

Why not a bee but a human with flaws?
why judge and criticize when your flaws aren't hidden either?
why condemn when you don't know the end to the journey I take?

The sun never promise to show up,
but there's hope it will.
Who can tell the moon from the Sun without day and night?
Seasons are relevant, but it's hard to wait on.

I left worried and fallen apart.
In my season of glory,
I returned unidentified,
beholding the glory dolled in..
same familiar faces, same lips that lashed, described the unknown girl as the day in the night.

© Gloria Dimzang
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