A forgotten poem, of which I have lost the memory of its inspiration, yet – its words still shake me to my core:

Leave it to my dreams to convict my mind of thinking resentful things, to show my heart exactly where fear broke my wings and to teach my soul that it’s never quite done searching for the healing it needs…

Leave it to my dreams to remind me that there can be joy in the race, to put my private hurts and anger in their place and show me that what I’ve been giving isn’t grace but rather poisoned apathy…

Leave it to my dreams to surprise the way I’m feeling, to inspire more truthful dealings between my shy heart and my stubborn mind; to show me where I’ve been reeling rather than accepting my fate…

Leave it to my dreams, though seldom and wistful things, to shine light in places I’m content to leave behind me unexplored; to break the innumerable locks on my heart’s door and leave me to embrace it all the more –

Even pain is technicolor to my mind’s eye

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