A Faraway Dream
I used to want to be a flower.
Know that I was rooted down,
Steadily growing at every hour.
And wearing my beauty as a crown.
Now that time has gone by.
I’ve realized it can’t be,
That beauty I sought like a baby’s cry,
Was never meant to be in me.
I was destined for something different.
At least that’s what I used to soothe my soul.
To make my search less fervent,
To fill up the giant gaping hole.
I had lost what I most held dear.
It wasn’t my confidence or dignity,
It was the value of my own self.
My trifecta, my sense of infinity.
But I chose not to be deterred.
I forced myself to see the bright light,
So much I’d missed the darkness it inferred.
A shadow cast beyond my sight.
Realizing my mind was dark and void.
Became my dock, my anchor.
It was as clear as a Polaroid.
That my sanity was the only door,
To my freedom and my peace,
Away from the unending race,
Towards my beckoning release.
Behind the pretentious smiley face,
And now I stand here,
With the blood at my feet.
I let out a single tear,
I had achieved my feat.
It was followed by a rude awakening.
The sweat on my skin began to gleam.
Sunlight on my skin yet I wasn’t complaining .
“Nothing but a Faraway Dream”