MAZE

This maze of ours
No beginning
No ending
A race
With no destination
Forever intertwining
With hopes of nothing new and old
Who we are and what we have become
Has lost in translation in the in between
Of who hurt more and who hurt less
This war we are fighting
We don’t even know how it started
But we are both determined to being the victor
Stupid fools we are
The casualty of our own war
Waving the flag of martyrdom
With no discernment
Ah! this web we weave
The more I hurt you
The more I am wounded
The more you hurt me
The more you are wounded
This maze of us with
No beginning
No ending
We are the face of love without a voice

©MichelineJeanlouis

Published by MICHELINE JEAN LOUIS

I remember the first time I stumbled upon a poem written by Robert Frost, “Fire and Ice.” I was in the 5th grade. That's when my love affair with poetry began, and ever since then, my desire to paint with words, to give voice to feelings and emotions, has remained a constant burning passion. Writing saved my life; writing gave me a voice and allowed me to release the pain that was inside; writing helped me discover healing and self-love. I believe all of us are vessels that get to choose what we pour back into the world. And what we choose to share defines who we are. We are here having our human experience, through love and pain, and every action or inaction, is an empowering energy which fuels humanity. We’re all just fighting to be recognized—we want to know we are not alone in this maze. We want to feel like we belong. Our fear is that we are running out of time to exist, we are running out of time to matter, to be loved, to become something more, not just another grain of sand in the sea. We want to shine; we want history to remember us. We are constant in our search for a bit of luck and magic, anything to signify something special. We want the memory of us to be immortal even after our physical body has decayed—we want continual existence. We want meaning. We want to exist and matter now and tomorrow. I am a mother, a wife, a friend, and a writer! In my human experience, I choose to exist!

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