Unraveling the angles

A sheer light fell upon me as I wandered for the cure to my curse.

Curse of a curious mind.

Though, I am not sure if that is a crime. 

I wander through the maze,

for the hope of a gaze.

As I see the cattle around me graze the lush ground with laze.

Monuments that stand before me were built from the ashes of what was gone.

As I yearn for the answers which were long sown.

A ruptured vein of hope is what I hold.

As I reminisce about our story which is to be told. 

Altars of hope reside in my heart,

As I search for my answers from the start,

"Answers to what?" is what they ask,

as I try to uncover the mask.

I look at the sky as I surrender myself.

For, it is easier to look upwards than expect a hand from behind.

"Maybe this truth will never unwind", I sighed.

At the fragile age of nine, 

I wished to learn the purpose of life on time.

For now, I sigh with the belief I hold.

For, one day this story will be told. 

Story of a girl who wished to unravel the angles of life.

"Which she did, with all her might," whispered somebody from behind.