The Short Poetry Collection
Learning to Accept
I've been an orphan since my mom and dad died in an accident when I was 6. At that time, my parents and I were on our way home after dinner outside. I was driving the car and Mom was sitting next to him. I sat alone in the back, enjoying the breadth of the car seat. Suddenly, when the road was quiet at the crossroad, a car hit my car from the side. I screamed loudly while closing my eyes and closing my ears. Father did not have time to avoid so that the accident was inevitable. As a result, Mom and Dad died while I was only lightly injured by being hit by the glass shard of the car.
After my injuries improved, I was taken to an orphanage. Neither father nor mother had any brothers who were on one island, all far away. I was taken to an orphanage, cared for and grew up there with friends of the same age. But that doesn't mean my life is the same. Of course not. For months, I've been dreaming about the accident every time I fall asleep. Always wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweat pouring down. That was really the worst day.
As time passed, the dream slowly disappeared, only occasionally appearing when I was exhausted or emotional. I started to get along with my friends there. Think of them as family. But everything is still different. Until I was 21 years old, the dark taste was still there. Darkness that may never be bright continues to overshadow. The trauma that I thought vanished was still lodged in my heart and mind.
The affection I had for all these years there was never able to fill the darkness. The accident that I can still remember is clearly continuing. The more the day makes me more crowded with darkness that is growing bigger and bigger. The darkness that never left wanted to take me back to that dark time. So torturous. I need a light that can illuminate my soul, my heart, my mind.
Living dark without light
The ray-seekers are wandering
Find the trail he chooses
In the dark light that exists
Whether it's the moon or the sun
It will always shine
In the day or night
Unless the eclipse approaches
But all useless
Even though the world is full of light
It just looks like darkness
Without a trace that could be an example
Alone and trying to be independent
Fighting the darkness itself
With the sweat flooding
Push the cords
The dark will disappear alone
Not taking you away
You find him coming back again
Your shadow is reflected
Your body is washed with light
Warming the body and soul
It leads you back to hope
You're back confident
Back to the beginning
You finally realized
Darkness will always pass
Dark or light is no different
The self is always attached to the soul
No matter the conditions that hit
Keep moving calmly and believe
I was wrong, wrong. It's not 'he' who never wants to leave. I'm the cause. I'm the one who wants 'he' to stay, who I didn't realize would grow. I am the one who cannot accept those memories. I am not willing to let go of my parents.
But now I realize. Darkness will not come if we never ask for it. Finally, without us realizing it, we are too comfortable with the darkness that we create ourselves to not accept the existence of light in the slightest.
After that, rest assured! Convinced that the darkness will leave without us fighting, we deny, we deny. 'He' will go by himself if we are willing to accept, willing to take off without a burden. Then, let the light come, let him show you the next thing.
