My Story

Justice Never Sleeps

They painted a picture

of a person, I do not know

they drew lines across what they knew and circled what they believed to be true

They painted a picture of a person I do not know

while I searched for clues of what could come through the fog,

through the facade

through the lies.

They painted a picture and through the quiet nights of ear-screeching screams

wondering what would it be,

they gently and swiftly posted the tarnished image upon a tree.

It seems as though my voice has fallen once again upon deaf ears

have you lost your mind? Or have I lost mine?

I've searched for answers in the dark looking for a voice,

a light,

a shred of hope to guide me through the night.

But lastly, I did not encounter that one simple wish.

I walked through the maze of wondering if my calls, my messages, my emails would be answered on each waking day.

As I rushed each and every option to find a simple honest answer that is being indubiously asked of me, I could not find one.

Instead, I was pushed into the abyss of solemn hope and forgotten dreams

A place where people rest the ideas that could have been and search for something obtainable and within-reach of their tight grasp.

A glimmer of hope dawned on me as if I was going to receive assistance in obtaining a stepping stone to help others, yet when night fell, my only guidance was the stars that looked down on me.

They painted a picture of a person I do not know

the tainted image of a girl with dreams higher than the sky that even birds cannot reach

They dusted their hands off of the red ink and allowed my voice to shrink as they were not involved with me anymore.

But this will not be the end.

Until the last drop of ocean water is gone from this earth,

until the world sinks,

until the end of all love and hope,

I will not cave in.

I will not rest among the lost hopes and dreams of things that were not within reach.

I will not rest until my bones ache of running from place to place

I will not rest until the covered ears and shut eyes realize the mess they've made.

I will not allow my voice to rest upon deaf ears that sleep throughout the night

while my mind is pacing through every given sight.

I will not allow myself to be hidden within the abyss for the forbidden

in hopes they will become tired and wash away.

Surely, this painted picture does not portray me of the person I am

as it seems you have underestimated my blood-screeching screams.

Terminated as though that was the last of me...

A phoenix rises from the ashes

and I will too.