A Dream

A Dream
But Only In Reality

I can't help but cry because that's what I've done all along.
I feel as if my life's purpose was to wallow in misery and gradually increase in doing wrong.
Yet I pray to a God who only watches me.
Yet I wipe the tears of my face and smile internally.
What do you call a soul when the one thing they crave can never be found?
I would say, a lonely soul sinking into the ground.
So my feet tread against what I think is a floor.
They carry me motionless into destruction's door.
But other's have the audacity to even try to come step on me.
So my path is crossed once again with insecurity.
I smile through a thousand tears to hide from prying fingers.
Yet hurt and resentment follow me and linger.
Yet I pull myself together to achieve my dream.
The youngest female poet with expressions as beautiful as Eden's spring.
I will not go down gently into the roaring sea.
I will not feed my life the world's false accuracy
I will not go down willingly into the roaring sea.
Fore I am the divine child which splits meanings into degrees.

~ Ashlyn Bryant ~

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