Day Five

The flaming rays of a rising sun

Lighting the mountains at his wake

It is a beautiful sight

With the sonorous song to a steadfast heart

It was day five

Make the mist disappear O! morning sun

And the darkness it brings to the road

For the little bird wants to spread forth

The wings to a brighter day

At the heart of the forest lies beautiful flowers

Dampened by the cold and the dew

Shine and bring forth freedom

To bloom and excite the wild

Illuminate with your strength........................

,.............................

A Part of me; And then the other Part

 Day 1 of .....

One day reading-maybe listening to something. I heard that 'Nobody cares about your life' If you want people to actually pay attention, then provide solutions. Well, if that is what you are looking for, i got news news. This is not a solution. I am going to write non-stop. 

I am used to the idea of people calling me 'strong'. I sincerely don't know what that means. Because I am sinking into a place i do not know(how to describe).

 That is the part of me, that people want to see, And then the other part, am scared and scarred. I am scared to be wrong. 

I am scared of the dark and I don't know about tomorrow. 

That scares me. Yet tomorrow expects me to put on a brave face. 

Then the other part of me, wants to just hide and not to feel a thing. Am scarred because I do not where to direct my heart, my entire being. 

Looking at myself. Naked through my eyes, my heart and my mind

A Part of me wants to hide, yet I want to walk, dance and sing loudly

Am awful at singing

I want to meet people that understand my kind of crazy

I want to love without fear

(Part and feeling-Omitted)

I want to wake up and not feel any fear

or doubt

Or shame

I dont want to explain at all.

And don't I like my wandering mind. Jumpy when scared. 

Feeding my heart and mind of the best

Because I deserve to see the big picture

To understand numbers

To learn,

 

To be continued...................................