Zisel`, 28 мая 2018 г., 12:25
My mind keeps traveling back in time Flashes of my past play before my eyes No matter how hard I try to make them go away, They always take a part of me with them everyday. While I keep shrinking as a person I find myself in an audience, a mere spectator I see my life on the screen and look around There is no one there, my voice is the only sound. Everytime I find myself caught up in this net My mind is like a gypsy, wandering with no intent I try to think of it all as a bad dream But then I realize I was never asleep. It was never hard to convince the world But the jury inside me always needed a better explanation. When clouds of dissatisfaction hovered above my head, My feet began to tremble not knowing which path to tread. Showers of disbelief began to pour And I stood there all alone feeling cold I felt like a self acquitted prisoner Whose life was in the hands of the executioner. But then appeared before me a rainbow, like a beacon The sky was not all cloudy, I reckon Light began to glare in my eyes, my shackled hands were free I found out now that I was never cold but under the shade of a tree. ''The tree of hope'', exclaimed the voice inside me A chorus in the background resounded in unison As the sound grew louder, I realised it was my future Though the lyrics were unclear, they did fill confidence in this amateur. Not everyone’s life is always great and if it were for some reason, strange Then there would never be any change. Failure is what starts a revolution One’s short comings are not flaws, but cracks in the clouds that create a beautiful vision.- Humirah
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