My soul yearns to know you, I see your smile, it would warm the coldest of nights.
I desire to look deep into your eyes, I see they are two wild horses brillantly soaring through grassy meadows. I know you believe in something more, but the fear of rejection is holding you down, like a dove nailed to the ground with chains, you try to spread your wings and fly, bu it seems like an impossible task. You look tenderly in the mirror but only see the fualts of a mirage of ugliness gazing back. You feel like an animal in captivity, you scream for help fromthe depths of you, but the response is painful and piercing. The rain continues to beat down on your head without a stop, your lively spirit with once was is now a graveyard of buried hopes and wishes. Dreaming is the only thing you can breathe freely without worry of acceptance. Everything you've worked for seems lost somewhere, far away. Your imagination continues to row weary. A Spark of fire still lives within, your last hope for living. But like a candle the wick is growing short. You cannot surrender to this dred that is holding you back. Strive for, and believe in the goals you have. Break the chains of bondage that hold you down. Don't be afraid to be yourself. You are an artwork that has to be acknowledged. Live for today, the problems will be there tomorrow, but will the chance for hopes and dreams be?
--JessiKa |