Sometimes I think I'm losing colour, I'm fading away.
If I'm not free to feel, then what is left of my essence. If i mute myself, then how do I find my voice? Where does the song in my heart go? How does my heart find a rhythm to keep beating to? Where will my dreams take me, and how do my hopes get pinned?
Most importantly, how will I be happy?
I believe I will. I have to find happiness in the simple things, in the real things, and not try to grasp for things beyond my reach.
It can be done. Sometimes I will feel like crying and giving up, sometimes I will reach the end of my patience and self-discipline, but I won't. I am cutting loose because I want to protect myself. It can be done.
I'll take it one step at a time.
Because this feeling too, shall pass
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