The People’s Quill: Within Me
Contradictions that we have within ourselves and still having hope.
By Gabrielle Drake
I am confused and lost; a broken soul.
I wonder what the costs are to reach my mountainous goal.
I hear people talking, wonder what I am going to do with my life.
I see myself wandering in a sea of pain and strife.
I want to float away.
I am frozen, stuck; afraid to go, afraid to stay.
I pretend to be happy and paint on a face.
I feel lonely, like I’m boxed in, in a repeating space.
I touch the ice that separates them from me.
I worry about the passions that burn inside, longing to be set free.
I cry for the souls that are flying above, soaring and then gone.
I am burning, wandering; afraid to let go, afraid to hold on.
I understand that I can break the glass.
I say that’s what I want now, but let it pass.
I dream of blue skies and cloudless days.
I try to reach for the sun to touch it’s rays.
I hope for the day that I can be one with the spirit.
I am a alive, free; not afraid of the unknown, I don’t fear it.
I am a person starting a new life on my own.