Life isn't Black and White

How can I let go of you when you are the one I love the most? How can I let go when I have molded you into shape? How do I let you go when I believe in you, when I believe that this is what’s right? Because it hurts? Because you are not getting the recognition you deserve? I am exhausted. You’ve worn me out telling me everything about me is wrong and that it is not going to take me anywhere. I don’t want to be special to anyone anymore because I am enough for me, special enough to me. I grew up this way because I chose to and I have always been fighting your incessant pressure on me to change. You chose the rarest of virtues and decided to donn them with grace at a young age. That is why now when you look around there isn’t anyone like yourself. You ask what is wrong with you for being so different? Nothing. Everything is right where it is supposed to be, the only way it should be.  Growing up you never witnessed much kindness so you chose to be kind. You saw how greed tore down

A full moon stares down onto a traveller as he wanders the earth from town to town. He stops and stares back for seconds whenever he feels lost. The earth rotates, days come and days pass by, mornings follow evenings, seasons alternate and the journey resumes. A never ending road to an unknown destination and he strolls along full of mixed feelings. Everything is temporary and the end is only the beginning. Pages turn, buildings crumble down to the ground, people leave, love fades and we fall to rise and tumble to learn the definition of steadiness. An uncertainty preoccupies him. His steps unsure, his heart in doubt, his mind foggy but he keeps going. His downward gaze causes him to miss how beautiful the sun looks as it sets. He refuses to look at the horizon during the day as if maintaining chastity and staying true to the moon.  One night, and as the night sets in with cruel cold, he loses sight. It's pitch black, vast, and silent in a deafening manner. For the first tim