Life’s Cycle

There is an instant, a surreal moment

A moment when life’s road no longer offer a fork

The road has become one and there is nowhere to ran.

You realize the end is near and it will come

Despite all odds you start to ran

Like a madman trying not to reach your destination

Like a half cheek kiss you try to hide.

Then you look everywhere for someone to blame

You look for that someone who sold you for money

You look for the one who gave you up due to envy

Desiring your life was theirs, they made a pact

Or so you think, yet your heart knows the truth.

The road will end for us all

No one to blame…

Nowhere to escape…

Your wrinkles a reminder of life passing you by.

Tired you stay in silence, feeling alone and defeated

You now understand you cannot fight time

You surrender to the acceptance of this fact

And you wait for what will come.

Only there, in that instant you come to realize

That life wasn’t the enemy nor it was time

Life is a labyrinth which you thought of as a sentence

But despite your desire to escape

Despite the rollercoaster of up and downs

Life is yours and it is mine

It was always there for us to command.

Now you sit in regret, drinking your sorrows

But I want you to stand

For as long as there is breath in you

You can embrace life.

For our walk on this earth is but blink of time’s eyes

So let us stand tall and drop the masks

Let us dance naked under the moon and the sun

Take my hand and let us walk together

I can’t promise we will leave at the same time

But we can be there for when one of us takes the last sigh.

Leave your mark and fear death not

For a different journey awaits on the other side.

~Sofia Falcone~

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By Sofia Falcone

I believe, with quiet fervor, that one soul can shift the course of many. I write not from abstraction, but from the raw immediacy of lived experience and learned studies - from the labyrinth of my own challenges, triumphs, questions and awakenings. In offering the contours of my inner world, I hope to awaken in others a remembrance of their own power, their own unclaimed wholeness.

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