Scribbled Thoughts

Die twice

to begin living

as your real self,

your reunited whole

clasping at pained memories

that have shaped

your resolve

to keep trying,

no matter what.

Melt into passion,

desire dripping

inescapable heat

and painfully

awakening the end

to prove

life can be reborn.

The sight of hope

awakened

when you draw near

is unfamiliar,

never experienced,

but so powerful

your overwhelming happiness

spills in tears

and sobs the relief

of finally being wanted.

I waited in this field

of white

to be found

and told I matter.

No one came.

My body died.

I stopped waiting

and freed my spirit,

to walk

and discover

and live.

Test my resolve

and learn experience

is not everything;

the power to change

is in my hands…

and you are in my way.

Sit in your field

of hope

and let a broken body

experience wonders

of freedom

as you learn

you actually yearn

for the responsibility

of their happiness.

Fantasy is alive

and ready

to inspire your hope,

your future,

with your burning desire

to change the world.

Hear my resolve

to follow through

with my dreams,

the ones you once shared

but gave away

when love was lost.

I am not done.

I am not alone.

Rule for others

and shape your desires

for them,

denying any emotions

that may interfere,

because you all still remember,

too clearly,

the one before

who let it all fall apart

with heartbreak.