Shortage

I close my eyes and imagine heaven on earth A place where the temperature never goes below 50 The sun shines in such a way that warms the soul People are happy and respect one another No one went hungry and there wasn’t a shortage of love There was no fighting and loud music just the sounds of nature The air was so clean that when you inhaled it all your worries floated away When I looked outside my window there was no trash and filth, but beautiful oceans and forests flourishing with life and vibrant colors Cities glistened Everything just seemed right, but then I had to open my eyes What was in front of me was the opposite of my dream Outside my window was nothing but smog No one looked at each other in fear of problems There were no more forests just pavement This is no heaven on earth, for it is hell itself So I lay back down in bed not wanting to face reality 19 with a lot of physiological scars Got to silence the voices of insecurity and doubt that were beaten into me as a child so I can function as a normal human being No one knows the silent struggles within me I would cry save me but it would be wasted effort No one is coming to help Its ok though I will do it myself One day I will feel the warm breeze of care free living that I desperately long for Get past the past and see beyond it Until then I will keep moving on Adapting to whatever is thrown at me Leading the example for the next generation to come