Scribbled Thoughts

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.

Question my appearance

connected to memories

I still can’t reach.

Are they best left alone

while I stare at a stranger,

creating a new person

but still wondering

where they came from.

Leave the room

you trapped yourself in

to get stronger

and breathe freedom,

hoping you can now face

what’s to come.

Add three cages

to fit into

a filled space,

stuffing more in

and resenting the pressure,

too overwhelmed

to appreciate their usefulness

for the future.

Rearrange to the bottom

at my calling

and wait to see

if I return,

perhaps I’ll forget,

or maybe it was

never the plan

to begin with,

but I still asked it

of you.