The Unmovable

I had a dream,

that an old man came to me, and told me,

that I am indeed an unmovable mountain.

He told me that I am a hypocrite;

as shook me badly and grunt,

and screamed at me,

telling me all of my flaws in a list,

and my weaknesses.

At the very end of it, he said.

"You never ran away. So do not pretend".

And I woke up, to the sound of my alarm,

cold yet sweaty.

I took sometime to think,

but I guess, I have to take that into my account of subconciousness.

In fact, he's right in every way.

I never actually run away from problems.

I never took a turn and turn my back against anything.

I'd make up

words

and

phrases

to tell the world "I am alright",

whilst they were all a cover up mask of a frowning face, gritting teeths, a broken soul that's trying to hold onto whatever he has.

And I beg my heart to have mercy

on my shattered and scarred soul.

In seconds, I took a breath,

and made peace with the morning sunlight and breeze on the window.

Because somehow, I know,

I am already shackled by my wits and guts to the earth,

that would not move me,

because I am me.

And to wonder why,

I always know that somehow,

I can never run away.

I will not, ever, run away.

From you.

I will always be here discreetly

under the wide sky

with widely opened arms,

in case

if you need a soft plain to land,

if one day somehow your wings

will be broken again.

I am here to stay.