State Auditor’s Journey| Life | Love | Poems
Broken Dome
When Break-ups Matter
I normally had this habit of writing down poems whenever I just feel like it; good thing I still kept those pieces. Here’s one of them.
Beneath the walls of a prickled paint
Lays the soul of a home,
She knew how it could never wait
The sorrow of a broken dome.
The ruins echoed the empty hall
Yet hail the strongest brick,
Apart the griefs written on the wall
It was celebrated the days it was weak.
She was in jocund, she was dignified
For perfect was never defined,
The broken dome, she draws strength
From a history becoming a beautiful regret.
I wonder how sometimes ruins are celebrated. They become tourist spots and taught in classes all over the world.
For months of going out with friends, most of the things we talk about are neither how we are so good at this or the like, usually we make fun of the mistakes and lapses we did years or days ago where we end up laughing. It has always become a beautiful regret.
Thats when I thought, man should never be afraid to take risks and explore the big world He gave us. To live a life strictly by rules, and how society dictates us is not the way it should be. To live perfectly is not LIVING AT ALL. We can experiment with our choices and be bold enough to get out of our shells, comfort zones and face the consequences of the path we took.
Most often, overcoming our mistakes, our pains and our past makes us stronger than we ever think. Those ruined domes are a definite example.
To me, living a life WITHOUT questioning “what if Idid this? Or did that?” is the best gift we can give ourself.
