If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.
My youth is not yet gone,
But already for it I mourn.
I am not one to shy away from jumping
Feet first into anything that sets my soul on fire,
But yet I am haunted by what could have been.
Each life that I did not get to live,
Each dream that flutters just past my fingertips,
Impossible to be known so intimately by my soul-
But that I year...
They live among us
The threat lies in their very existence
Should they decide to bite.
The souls which were shown no mercy,
It breaks a person
When they’re never given a chance to bask in the light.
The shells of those who once were
They walk around empty and cold,
Looking for innocence to fill their dark embrace.
So we are left to mask ourselves,
Hide our glow,
Stay in the safety of a healt...
Finally, I am able to sit in the peace and quiet I had been longing for all day. My cat purrs on my lap as the herbal tea I’d prepared reaches a temperature just cool enough to drink.
I have everything I need,
Everything I’d convinced myself would spark creativity,
Yet I sit here and my mind is blank.
Waiting to usher in ideas that refuse to grace me with their presence....