Journey (Original Poem)

If adventures were a raindrop then journeys are the sea

Yet if it called my name, there is nothing I can answer in return

If paradoxes became paragraphs, and the present became history

Then what are the future lessons that I am supposed to learn?

If resilience was armor and ambition the sword

Then why is sacrifice the bullet rather than the shield

If prayers go unanswered as if whispers became holy word

Then what is the negation for those that yearn to heal?

Perhaps the magic in living is not the fiction tales we partake

But the small minor actions that one can be brave enough to make

If humble murmurs and mutters can shape a biased world

Then through the presence of candor may new paths be heard