not alone | Andrada Costoiu

by Andrada Costoiu

Ink has dried on papers,
Where pen has pressed hearts, of black and white,
Of yellow and all other human colors….
So many books have been written,
To highlight the difference of no difference……

“Billy, can we sit here,” asked a boy his play buddy.
“Yes Andrew, lets’!”
“Do you hear the birds singing?” he asked his friend,
“Yes, they sound nice,” answered Andrew.
“They have pretty feathers too, white and brown, just like the two of you,”
Said a man sitting on the bench next to theirs,
The boys smiled, and sword fought with their white canes.

The man watched their joyful child play for a while,
“I hope that other eyes would never break your play,”
The old man said to himself.
He left, sad, dragging with him the burden of seeing colors,
And all the meanings attached to them.

You cannot feel something,
Until someone teaches you to feel something.
And sometimes, you cannot think something,
Until someone teaches you to think something.

Colors….

Red symbolizes excitement, passion and love in Western cultures
It also symbolized communism and revolution in countries like Russia.
Yellow, In Germany it represents envy,
In Egypt it means happiness and fortune.
Purple means wealth around the world.
But in Brazil and Thailand purple is the color of mourning.

Billy and Andrew have not learned about black and white,
Born blind,
They would have others to teach them……
And the others must never break their play.

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by Andrada Costoiu

Photo: “Woman Sitting Alone On A Bench”, by George Hodan

The noise of tweaking thoughts,
A constant rotation tricking you to stay inside,
Wrapped within yourself,
Because you think you really are as alone as you feel.

You’re walking your own path,
You carry with you your hopes, your dreams,
Alone,
Feeling the weight and feeling that you, only you carry your dreams, your visions.

But from the dark you hear steps,
You don’t look behind, but you feel it,
Then some more steps, and more….
Turning you recognize faces,
There are people that you care about, more or little,
There are people that learned from you and the ones you learned from,
There are people that passed through your life and left something…or took something,
One by one, people…..more and more people behind you.

You can hear your heartbeat,
You can hear and feel them,
You’re not walking alone,
All these people behind you,
Same step.
They’re walking for you…..
You’re walking for them….
You feel power,
The power of life.
The power is in you,
You want to make it worth,
Walk,
Be brave enough to follow that light that could turn your life around,
Walk,
For you, for them,
You never walked or walk alone.

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© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2019 . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2019 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.