The quest for excellence is a lonely one
And he had been on it for as long as he could remember
He took a lot of chances, and sacrificed a lot
But stayed on the path, inching closer, getting farther
For the path is very tricky, it shows you the trophy
But it takes from you the joy to hold it
The closer he got the less inclined he was to achieve it
For as the distance shortened so did the meaning of the journey
Then he saw her, a little girl, arms wide open, fresh as the early morning dew
Standing in a prairie field, embracing the world with an open heart
And in that moment he knew what happiness was
A smile on her face
It changed him, he began to see the meaning, the meanings that were long lost
He knew why he was going, where he was going
Everything he did was important because it ensured her happiness
And in turn his happiness
She was the meaning he was looking for,
In a world that had become mathematics, she was the art
She had weathered storms and stood true,
She was the purest thing in the world
Whatever happened in past could not be changed, but healed
Though He could not let a single shadow of grief fall over her ever again
She was his salvation, his meaning to continue the fight
She was his reason, And will always be.
Reblogged this on Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! and commented:
There is no more joy than a poem being written on you
More so by your emotionless brother
The only person who can induce tears of happiness in my eyes, a concept I formerly believed far fetched
You will always be my best writer brother, and I am sure I will never have any doubts about anything you are and anything you do.
Love,
Tinkerbell ๐
Loved every bit of it man ๐ You stuck to your content which needs an applause. I see a future best seller in you ๐
P.S. For the path is very tricky, it shows you the trophy
But it takes from you the joy to hold it
Made my day broda >:D<
This one is good, elder brother.