Something is different it all feels so real,
As time ticks on so many new things I have begun to feel,
Love for myself... strange as it sounds,
I think time is slowly pausing, allowing life to turn around,
Everything around me is shade of joy, a tinge of happiness,
My soul is getting what it desired most.... Forgiveness,
The sky is the limits as clouds pillow my head,
I no longer look to tomorrow with anxiety and dread,
Something holds me, cradles me and holds me,
A thing, a being that I cannot see,
It's hard to explain, even harder to understand,
But I believe life's chaotic hell is now unfurling into a lovely plan,
Perhaps it is I who has changed, opened up to some new truth? Ah possibly!
Maybe it was always there to be seen, but I was blind to its beauty,
Free as a lark, my heart soars with the white wings of a dove,
I have discovered the purpose of my existence: the sharing of love,
And there is a great dearth of it on this wounded world, oh a woeful song,
Where our sole past time is to prove each other wrong,
Each one claiming to be better or smarter than the other, Ha! Such a lie,
But none of this bothers me as I watch a moonbeam go by,
Caressing my windowsill, and kissing my skin,
It adds a delicate silvery touch as I breathe the night's air in,
The cool pinch of it further awakens my spirit and I feel it fly,
Far into the Alpine mountains and over the pacific seas, I can't help but smile,
It's all going to be okay... and for once I believe,
My time's been a long time coming... something I never once conceived
At this juncture I make a solemn vow,
To people and society's incredibly illogical views I will never bow,
I am my own person true at heart,
Damaged along the way, but beautiful from the start,
I will enjoy every second of this ray of love by dancing in its glory,
And singing its happy story,
It is my time now, and I will have every second of its existence,
Enough of this life of miserable pittance,
I wish I could fly away and reach my dreams soon,
Meanwhile my life seems to be painted my favourite happy colour of blue.
YOU ARE READING
A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
