Paralegal Truth

Chapter Nine; The Ironic Beauty of a Poem

I started to change on the days of many flaws I have made. I began to wonder where I stood and belonged. Wishing and hoping that someone heard my cry, HANBLECHEYA. Everyone's dreaming of becoming something. Everyone is wanting more from this world; wanting to become something better than they are. I am me and you are you; where do we become different as an equal in humanity? We are without remorse as we take a long journey in this present life. Sorrow in the voice of knowing; that sometimes nothing changes without a big bang. I wanted to cry with my head resting on my knees in the worry that someone would see me sitting under my favorite tree. It's a journey to walk in the path of hatred for a long chariot ride it will take to perfection. I believe in Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, and Snow White from fairy tales in Disney. Those stories about happy endings are not so far fetched but justice out of reach to those who really want or deserve them. Sitting in my loneliness, a being of misunderstood thought; contemplating the easy side of suicide. Where do I fit in on this planet? Where do I belong? Erase my feelings of hurt, hope, and love because in the end I just don't want to see the beauty that everyone keeps telling me supposedly exists. I am in my own wealth with sorrow leading the reigns to a destructive hate; I walked that path of love that babied my childhood only to find out that it was all a joke. Give me a reason; give me a cause; give my right to stand tall. Standing at the waterfall contemplating whether to free fall into the clear blue ripples or walk away with the fear of a thousand soldiers ready to lose their life in a fight that they believe to be right. All my life I believed there was some good place; keep me safe tonight in the dreams I will be seeing in the tomorrow of wishing they were really true.