There was always something different but she never knew what exactly it was…
An imaginative creature with a desire for adventure, forever in youth.
Years went by…
She looked in that mirror at 13 years old absolutely baffled. It changed everything. “Oh that’s who I am,”. She thought. Eyes wide as the moon shocked in awe. Now I see… A girl is who I am and who I am meant to be.But as most stories go years upon years went by ignoring self in the mirror of time. Dumbfounded by complexities and obstacles to simply finding oneself. She roamed about indulging in indulgence. Schooling in school and working in work. Fulfillment was un-achieved it was simply just work.
Of course there were the slightest attempts to reclaim who she was, where she was going and what she represents. But… Instead of believing in herself she simply listened to others, burying dreams and emotions, tossing them in oceans of acid. Profound sadness eventually madness engulfed her mind absolutely unable to unwind, she left it all…
Luckily for her time allowed the dream so resurface, emerging with profound purpose.
Seeing the truth in a new light wings grew for a new flight. The wind simply carries as the wind usually does and she grew into something unusually good… The world slowly lifted off of her shoulders and she sees herself in the mirror once again.
walking barefoot miles on glass and burning coals,
I’m completely submurged but I’m yearning growth, Stuck in my youth
but my truths are endless; boundless.
Stuck in poverty surrounded by billions monopoly, tortured its sodomy,
oddly enough something is proud of me
Keep on pushing past my castrations and lacerations of life’s tolls…
so much to offer but to everyone I’m a burden,
I’m concerned for my future because I’m inflicted with pain / always against the grain, infinite struggle of trying to maintain
I’ve tried nine million nine to fives, nickel and dime lives, can’t get a trickle of a fine life, I wasn’t designed right so I rely on my despicable but inclined mind…
I’ll be fine right?
Just to catch a glimpse of a brighter tomorrow would lighten my sorrow/ ignite an emotion to put it in motion and feel it in my soul as deep as the ocean….
But practically I need to focus….
become the most observant person constantly yearnin’ to be learnin’ earnin’, the most deserving, serving people the substance of life; the light.
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