Cracked
My heart feels cold,
like a dirty piece of ice,
fractured
and spreading.
How to stop this
frigid chill
howling throughout
my body.
For to long my dreams have
haunted me.
Taunted me.
Rejected me.
When fate seems so immediate
I forgot that
the future is
ever changing.
A revolving crystal
dazzling the multitude.
Be still my cracking heart.
How soft the prism of time
that holds me in her grips.
I have forgotten.
I have forgotten my innocence.
There was a time I felt good,
simply and beautifully.
A time of magic and dust.
A gentle hush that could content my mind.
A time not so long ago as it seems.
But I have transformed.
Transfigured into a creature of night
time pleasantries.
It's not bad really.
If we put it into perspective.
I just must look.
"To see the world,"
He said,
"With your heart,
That,
That would be the bravest choice."
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From Wyoming living in Washington. Just graduated High School and now attending University. I grew up on a ranch and in a dinner theatre, I write, read, act, play, sing, and basically anything I'm willing to try.
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