渡

一轮秋月一轮秋

渡

作者：一轮秋月一轮秋

日子是一块浸了水的海绵，

攥着，全是难。

曾以为伸手就有搀扶，

后来才懂，深渊只有自己俯身去爬。

那些说过的话，吞下去成了哑；

那些盼过的暖，等下去成了痂。

世界退到了模糊的边界，

连影子都躲得远远的。

索性坐下来，与自己对峙。

不喊疼，不叫嚷，

把褶皱的心事，一页页抚平。

原来风急雨骤时，

最安稳的岸，是自己的心。

不必急着赶路，不必怕夜长。

凡事有开端，就有句点。

那些扛住的、熬住的、忍住的，

都在悄悄织成一张网，

兜住往后的光。

只要扛住了，慢慢的，

转机自会踏碎尘埃而来。

这一程还剩半步的难，

下一程就有满径的甜。

没有跨不过的河，

只有不肯上岸的人。

等雾散了，你会发现，

自己早已趟过了，

最深的浪。

彼岸已在眼前摇晃，

再咬咬牙，

就能触到那束撞进眼底的光。

Crossing the Waves

Days are like a water-soaked sponge,

Squeezed, nothing but troubles drip out.

I once thought help would come at a stretch,

Later I learned, I have to climb out of the deep hole by myself.

Words spoken were swallowed, leaving me lost for words;

Warmth I wished for was waited in vain, turning into scars.

The world faded to a fuzzy edge,

Even my shadow hid far away.

So I sat down, facing myself calmly.

No cries of pain, no complaints,

Smoothing out the crumpled thoughts, page by page.

It turns out that in the middle of wild winds and heavy rains,

The safest shore is my own heart.

No need to hurry along the road, no need to fear the long night.

Everything that has a beginning must have an end.

All the hard times I got through, the tiredness I stood, the tears I held back,

Are quietly weaving into a net,

Catching the light of the days to come.

As long as I hold on, slowly,

Good changes will break through the dust and come.

There’s only half a step of trouble left in this part of the journey,

The next part will be filled with sweetness all the way.

There is no river that cannot be crossed,

Only those who refuse to reach the shore.

When the mist clears, you will find,

You have already waded through,

The roughest waves.

The other shore is already waving in sight,

Just grit your teeth a little longer,

And you will touch the light that jumps into your eyes.