The end

Birds flying around,
myself in many conflicts;
deep inside conflicts
maybe just i never had them before,
unknown taste of this days
26 years and i just noticed
I´m
alive,
living a life no one aware me before
I just woke up to see
I was alive all this time.
Then not just that but
I´m supposed to live it right,
be wise, (or sound the less dumb)
take decisions, (or just reacting cuz i breath)
be responsible
(what i call -the tool that keeps me from showing the many evidences of my shameful selfish nature-)
and as well
somehow accomplish a sort of way to be
happy
in the midst of this unsuspected war.
Am i being so little grateful?
not grateful at all?
No nothing like this, not at all,
its just my tendency to lead my finger deep inside the bloody scar
in plain words,
no drama
but its true,
I feel like those birds im watching flying right now,
flying between the earth and heaven
floating
dancing in between two different strengths
in between indecisions and victories
fear and hope,
that what is not any longer and that what it is happening
like midnight and still so clear with the most shiny daylight.
While Bach preaches to my heart and hope,
his message tells me
soon the darkness will go away
because The Victorious Light broke the bondages
then no sorrow
no blindness anymore
The Light
is wearing its gloriousness
and is coming to shine over you
The Light
has come for you
again.