How Can I Help You?

Listen to me, my dear friend
You are under stress
Out of nowhere, into the darkness
You hide yourself, never come out
Of the pit, the deadly black hole

I could see you being fearful
The hectic past, the uprising emotional torture
You reject further critics
You make your stand on every subject matter
All these are to cover your timid nature

I wish I could help you
As I could not bear to see you
Being fierce, when being intruded
Having sharp ends all over the body, like a porcupine
No one hurts you now
Just open your heart, let it go

Listen to me, my dear friend
Do not speak negativity over everything
Think of the worst
Only to generate greater positive outcomes
Do not lean towards terrible thoughts
That makes you hate everything
Yet making excuses for yourself

When you fall
I would love to help you up
But you refuses me to
How can I tell you
Beside standing up to walk immediately
You may just crawl over?

Listen To Them, The Life Travellers.

I would love to hear stories
The histories, the past experiences
The pain, the dark side
From others
Behind all smiles
There are sorrows engulfing the mind
Through trial and error
They gain from nostalgic pain

I would love to listen from them
The elders, the life travelers
Their acquaintances
What they had gone through
Who they had blend in with
Why they are them
These are meaningful parables
That open my eyes to the world

Never look down on anyone
Everyone has a different story
Yet to be told
To tolerate others in life
Be patient, listen close to them
Misunderstand is a deadly thing
To grow in maturity
Never complain, never stumble on others
Never to be afraid to take the first step

Learning from others
It might not be practical always
For my life
But it will be so inspiring
For me to grow in wisdom.

This is Not A Fairytale.

Once upon a time
A lovely princess who owns everything
Living in a beautiful palace
She gets everything easily
Does not have to strive hard
For whatever she desires
"Earning" is never a difficult task

Soon, her palace came under attack
The enemy seized power to rule the world
Like a glass, spontaneously break
Her world shattered into pieces
Colors in her life dimmed
As everyone starts to blame on her birth

There are no dream, no hope
Only a dark pitch of grieve
She starts to hide away her vulnerability
Bricks after bricks, she stays on guard
Locking up her own fragile heart
She prepares herself to be a warrior of her own

Met an elf with a deep blue eyes
He gave her a forest to protect others
He never helps her, instead
He makes allowance for her to learn
On her own, by solving issues
She learns to be a ruler

This is not a fairytale
This might be the end of her world
These words she keeps in mind
To grow in maturity
To grow in strength

The princess takes courage now
To face the world again
To defeat the enemies
She know there will be a miracle
Bound to happen
When Sun shines through the tree tops.