I have always wondered
For years on end,
With tears at hand
Filled with regrets,
Of all I could have been,
And never been.
A girl of visions
And, dreams of
Stardom rooted from within.
High dreams,
High hopes,
What if?
I could’ve been
an Olympian,
The shot was there,
To try,
But fear wouldn’t
Let me budge,
My body frozen
To the thought.
Maybe I could have tried
To be
a Hollywood actress,
A bright lit star.
Or maybe I could
Have been
The next Celine Dion,
With a voice being
My guiding star.
The desire burned
Deeply from within,
In this childhood
Realm in which ,
dreamers dream.
Alas, my dreams were shattered,
Within few hours,
Given that.
When innocence was stolen,
In the darkness of the day,
To never be
Returned again.
Piece by piece,
I broke apart.
My soul caged in,
In outer realm,
Stuck on the
outer border
Unable to get in.
My voice frozen
From within.
The pain,
The shame,
The guilt,
And the disgust
I felt,
All pointed to the self.
Leading all to my demise,
Where I lurked
in shadows gloom,
Always wondering
What if?
It wasn’t until
Many moons past,
I broke again,
On healing hands,
This time I fell.
Where it didn’t matter,
Who, I could have been.
A voice with purpose,
Is who,
I know
I am and
always been.
My voice might never be
Of an Olympian,
Or of Celine Dion.
I may never know fame,
Or hear the roaring
Of applause.
That may never be.
At Last,
I am ok,
With that.
I know my voice,
Will heal those
Struggling
Within the sea
Of waves clashing
Into full dislodging
Of the soul.
I am here
To tell you,
I’ve been there.
I walked those steps.
I know your plight.
As, writers do,
I dove in deep
Into the starvation
Of the soul.
I know my tales,
Are there
To heal
The broken hearts,
In need of healing.
As dreamers dream,
Today,
With soul purpose,
I have a dream
Of healing us,
The broken ones,
Into a united union
Of healing souls.
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