My Wonder

In the heart of my depression lays in the depths a world Things not seen, but only dreamed of The wonder of what lies beneath my surface My greater meaning Is there hope in my darkness? Is there a dream inside of this nightmare? Am I who I am for a reason or just for my own satisfactory. Was this life chosen for me or given to me? And sometimes just the constant who am I Then there's that inspirational voice that speaks to you by written words. And she says you are meant to be who you are and your reason to live is clear my dear With your wonder close you walk on Tired and swirling your words with hate and fear, You learn to love and not to question The wonders of this world And to yourself you say I am my own wonder.