Dreamcatcher
Inspiration comes to mind
In hope I thought I’d never find
Or maybe I simply didn’t realize
I’d never really looked.
Some things I wished I could look past,
Questions I wished I’d never asked;
I'd feel in tears forming in my eyes
In most breaths that I took.
And though it was not consciously,
I kept on breathing constantly;
Although I’d often wonder
If and when it would ever end.
Because I would often think
If I was pushed right to the brink,
Then I would choose eternal slumber
Since happiness was not my friend.
Can heartbreak be felt among
A heart that’s only witnessed love,
But never had experienced
Since it was numbed in its youth?
With everything locked away inside,
I became the cause of my own demise
In a narrative so Shakespearean,
Betrayal in search of truth.
Unanswered prayers and time did tell
I knew things wouldn’t always be swell
But some feelings faded as I woke each day;
Maybe this was just what was to be.
In the midst of despair and anxiety,
A deep breath in was perhaps all I'd need
And it was my body’s way of saying
What my mind was craving was some peace.
And with that epiphany, I looked around
And saw where I had melted down,
Began to ease my soul of all its ache,
And declared it my fresh start.
I wouldn’t have been able to estimate
How I now use that strife in works I create;
It enlivens the things and choices I make
Since I, myself, am art.
And through artistry and design,
Masterpieces can be formed and stars aligned,
As I help others’ problems seem to disappear
So they’ll feel like life’s enough.
And though it was a difficult route
And I know I may have had some doubts,
My reason for still being here
Is in the lives I’ll touch.
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