Poems from the past pt. 6

you believed in a wise man.

I thought that you knew

who you would call saviour.

where will in the world

will I find the truth?

I was inspired to go through my journal from about a year ago and re-read some of the poems that I wrote back then. I thought it would be neat to have a week where I showcased some of my past penned poems that have never seen the light of day. To be honest, I was motivated by the “Throwback Friday” posts found on the Go Dog Go Cafe. If you haven’t, take a moment to see all the greater writers who share on that page! – L Photo by Nik Shuliahin on Unsplash.


Looking into the cavern

of my soul

there lies

my inner most



and loves

But it is sometimes hard to define.

How are you?

And I say fine.

Because the cavern

it is

farther down than

I remember

and its too difficult to

to climb

and uncover

the lost gems of my past

hopes and dreams

How are you?

And I call



After reflecting and meditating on my personal dreams, I have realized that it is hard for me to define what my goals once were. Although I don’t feel lost at the moment, I am ready and waiting to understand what my purpose really is in this life. Drifting through moments of maybe and who knows, I have found joy in letting go of the past and focusing on the present. Photo by marc liu on Unsplash.