Watching my dreams burn into ashes
Has turned me into a bitter soul
I can't let myself trust or hope again
In this ongoing war, because honestly -
Where does the joy go when one's heart
Is stone cold, filled with all kinds of aches
How can love heal the weary spirit if their
Needs have been ignored, feeling all alone.
Simply washing the dirty windows
Won't bring the sunlight in, it doesn't last
If we'd keep recreating the dirt, but -
Choosing the light over the darkness in
Those moments when worry overflows
Harmony, fearing the worst of the worst
Could save us from the great, deep fall
Till we have enough strength to go for it all.
Taking a different path inside the same old
Will help me to meet someone far better
Even while making the proper change is
Asking a lot of me, it's crucial otherwise -
What is the bleeding of our bodies for if not
This exact journey, crying many rivers
Why is the lasting battle forming our beliefs
So to see life with a fresh view, waking up.
. . .
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A/N: Hi y'all! I truly hope you're doing well during the last weeks of winter and have many plans and wishes for the coming wonder, light and warmth of Spring. If not, that's okay too, but maybe this little poem I wrote a while ago could help you along the way. (:
With love,
M.
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