The Journey..

The Journey is a contemplative poem that explores the transition between suffering and liberation. Rich in symbolism, it reflects on the fragile thread that binds life, the burden of worldly attachments, and the quiet acceptance of moving beyond them.

The Journey

I feel stifled, trampled underfoot

The dark robed man has taken all my loot

My throat is on fire, I’m unable to speak

Only thing that cools me is damp water from the leak

My eyelids struggle to stay open

The heavy chains at my feet grovel

As I slowly flutter my wings, leaving myself so opulent

As thick black smoke fills the room

I can’t help but hear a weaver’s loom

The thread is cut, the game is over

A man behind me tells me to be sober

All my progress fades away, dependent on a single thread

A hot poker enters, made of lead

Suddenly, I break free all pain disappears

As I stop clutching (my) luxurious friends and dear

A laugh echoes throughout the room

The game is over so are the sabres of doom

A gentle smile appears on my face

I wake up, walk up the stairs, leave without a trace

About the Poem

The Journey reflects on the universal passage from struggle to release. Through images of smoke, chains, threads and lightness, the poem explores the impermanence of worldly possessions and the possibility of peace beyond fear. Rather than presenting death as an ending, it suggests a quiet awakening and liberation.