I have all this nervous energy coursing through my veins.
I can feel anticipation, anxiety, fear, restlessness...and Serenity?
My mind boggles at the body's capacity to withstand so much
at the same time,
in a matter of mere minute seconds, balled up and
ready to explode.
How is this possible? Why is it possible?
My mind races, so much to do, so much to get done.
My dreams are no longer secrets, my dreams are no longer 'dreams'.
They
have morphed, capsized and regained consciousness.
Life has been
breathed...resurrected... I have dreamed, no!
I have breathed (exhales)
life into my dreams. Finally.
Finally I am no longer an escape artist. An escapist of my
dreams, of my fears, of failure, of rejection. Finally I am a dreamer
realized. Recognized. No longer hospitalized. No longer imprisoned.
I have done what was once thought impossible. I have set fire to my
dreams.
I have let them out and commanded, no! Demanded, that they roam
free and wide and fierce!
I have declared a revolution on my fears, An Evolution on my Dreams.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me, SP & many other fellow Poets out here who find peace with expression. Words are powerful and because you took the time to share your thoughts here remember you're making a difference. Use your Voice to give back to the world! Much <3 SP
Thank you so much my dear!! This is really an honour :). Much hugs and love!!!
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