I feel I have lived.

An old soul resides within.

Like a lone bird,

mind cast sail in the winds.

Again and again-replaying my old sin.

The sin of not loving myself,

Not believing in myself.

Something that I wish for,

Every other child.

But Now,

Time to cut the play.

As I dream a thousand dreams,

sad, forlorn. Serpentine.

As i’ve died thousands of times in one day,

My heart- bends,shakes, doesn’t break.

Night after night, the moon I gaze,

When I go to rest,

i’d replay, those thousand nights, in a daze.