I am the treasure

I am the treasure, I am the gold

I am it, I am the treasure, I am the gold
For years I've wondered aimlessly seeking
Running from fears, many screams in my ears
Voices, noises, loud sirens in the sound of my feelings
Letting me know the truth I was taught to ignore
I am it, I am the treasure, I am the gold

Mountains cold summits, down I walk
With no price, nothing, I lost my pride
Up I went running from fears yet to many screams I still returned
No peace, no rest, ever seeking and running and screeching
Its the truth I am taught to abhor
I am it, I am the treasure, I am the gold

When the body has grown weary of the journey
The journey of the seeker's belly, a thirst, a trist
A disappointment, an unfulfillment, a sigh of resignation
When all you've known has proven futile
When life invites you to another truth you dare not speak about
Okay, perhaps speak about it just not out loud
Okay, perhaps out loud just not to certain people
Okay, perhaps to everyone just so that they too can know
I am it, I am the treasure, I am the gold

By Phemelo Motona

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