There is no stopping the onslaught,
the defense unravel,
the mind believes,
anyone standing nearby is a toss-away
a forgotten
here to stay.
When people become mean,
we cannot ever imagine that to be
their true intent
we can only ride the crest
of confusion
of truths
of the measure of sadness
Oh, to be in a world where dreams do come true,
where the simple reality
of finding one another
inside each other’s eyes
is well enough
long beyond the analysis
of why this is real,
or convince myself that it is fake.
These tears now,
they want to pour,
they will not be held back,
because if restrained
then the emotion will remain,
and how can we possibly live with ourselves
when told we are
someone we always believed
we were not.
When people become mean,
their hearts find atrophy is forever.
~just finding my way, a personal journey~
