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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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