nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

A monologue of the female creative - ORIGINAL POEM

And there you go again, with those soft blue eyes, they look at me like I am the moon and the sky, but my heart longs for something more, something I can't hold, touch, not real nor tangible in nature, something too acute to dismiss in cold tones and regular lecture, something which cannot be given, only found in my dreams, something written in poetic form and not served with cherries and ice cream, something far greater than the plans of a future, something held deep in my heart, as my mind wanders to places far greater, to places which invoke a far greater meaning, with nothing less than to the place I'm leaning, and maybe I'll never find the person to grant it, who will never understand the way it makes me feel so alive in moments of anguish, while I sit at my desk, in my nine to five role, while all my potential feels like a lost, failed wish, for wishes are dreams of the heart and mind, but it only seems to come true in the dead of night, while all you can hope is to keep on hoping, and make things right as you strive for your goals, even with the world against you, as you fall into caves, quicksand and holes, but that's the part that always gets me, which makes me smile even when nothing seems well and peace appears to be no longer present, in this turbulent life I live, for I will continue to look ahead, past those blue eyes which seek to keep me contained in the four walls of a marital home, and simply shout, scream, speak in softly and so much more, my refusal to participate in such things, allowing myself the freedom to roam.