Still The Same

Asking

Asking...

How long have I been here?

Awake and on the edge of slumber,

Left to wish away,

And abandoned to wonder.

How long has it been?

Since I saw you last,

Bright eyed and happy,

Now a thing of the past.

Where is my chance?

To go over the rainbow?

Be free and smile,

Maybe finally learn how my Grandmother would dance?

If my mind still dreams,

Why don't my eyes close?

I've tried for days to sleep,

Is the answer only for everyone else to know? 

I thought it was over and done with,

Everything was fine.

Obviously now,

Fine is limited by time.

So now I keep asking countless questions,

In a voice only I can hear,

What's holding me back?

Do I still own hold of a fear?

I'm tired of asking..

Where was the wrong turn?

I'm tired of questions,

What was the cause of the burn?

I over think..

Is that all people can say?

How can you not be asking,

What is the right way?

                                                  -Victoria Marie