I am a dreamer
Not a fighter
I am not a schemer
And would rather give than to be the receiver
I dream of a time that will ignite and excite
When a light at the end of the tunnel will be in sight
I believe in the ability to feel free
In love and fate
That good things happen to those who wait
The power of an individual’s might
and that anything can be conquered if you just take flight
I am not where I want to be but I am closer than ever before.
I can feel the adrenaline in my veins preparing me to soar.
When will this door open, where I can stand for something much bigger than this war?
There is a world waiting to be explored.
With a sense of adventure that cannot be ignored.
I am ready to break through these chains and let the nation hear my roar.
Yet I still feel like it is an eternity away, as I stand by this shore, waiting and wishing for the day to settle the score.
I will persevere in the hopes of a miracle within the year.
Like a mountaineer I will hold on till the storm clouds disappear.
I foresee something out there being greater than the expectations I have in my dreams.
Eventually I will get to my destination, but until then I will continue to go down stream.
Hey pretty girl you’re too beautiful to cry
I can tell by the lakes and redness in your eyes
You’ve been holding onto the pain too long
Burying it deep with the same old song
It’s okay to be vulnerable when you feel, life’s all wrong
You don’t always have to be so strong
You’re safe in my arms where you belong
Note: There is explicit language in this post so if you are not a fan of, “f-bombs,” this poem will not be for you. 🙂
I am my own worst enemy.
Helplessly going numb as my strength starts to crumble before me.
What is the point of even trying, when what I want, does not even come.
Cluster fucks and fairy tales is all I have ever known in my trails.
So why the fuck should I persevere when my train will just keep going off the rails.
A nail has been put through my sails making the trip feel like an eternity.
Yet, in spite of this, I still turn the wheel.
Only I can choose to overcome, the scum, of what my mind thinks and reels.
As frustrating as it may be, these are the cards dealt to me and I will keep fighting until I’m free.