Catching Salt In A Sandstorm

February 8, 2015

Lost Like A Grain Of Salt In A Sandstorm.

Living Life Without Proper Purpose.

Staring Into A Reflection And Seeing The Unknown.

My Identity Like A Stranger To Myself.

Helpless Like A Wounded Cub,

At The Mercy Of A Society Designed To Decide Fate.

I Escaped The Rain and Hail, of The Storm Of Misinformation.

I Found Myself Through Enlightenment And Meditation.

With A Crack of Thunder, I Cleared The Clouds and Misconceptions.

Once Again Reborn

I Was Not Helpless.

Fortified By A Purpose

A Blooming Flower Of Desire,

I Have Dedicated My Journey:

To Finding The Salt In The Sandstorm,

To Helping Heal The Wounded Cubs,

To Help Others Staring Into The Unknown,

And To Tell Them That Society Has No Strings On Them;

That Like Me, Only They Can Clear The Clouds,

But Unlike Me They Don't Have To Be Alone.

I Know Who I Am.

I Am A Friend.

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