Our Journey: Where Thoughts Rest

Deep and gloomy, the voices cry aloud,

Shaking the core of my spirit—I feel alone.

Everything is shifting as I still crawl on my knees,

A thousand missing pieces and the red shard of my beloved one.

The comfort of the blue shard brings me warmth,

Yet behind these walls, I still can't stand on my feet.

Hatred should not be allowed to grow within me.

Everything shatters—before and behind me—

Leaving only broken pieces to answer my questions.

This is the cage where I'm trapped.

I cannot follow, nor do I know who to trust.

I seek forgiveness, comfort, and knowledge,

But my voice only echoes across the empty hall.

Where am I to walk

If I cannot find the path that must be taken?

A deep groan speaks to me—I lean in to hear it closer:

"Do you know me? Do you know my family? Where do you truly belong?"

In this cruel world, blood follows my bare feet—

A trail left behind by my bloodline.