Flying

                                   Dear God, Make me a bird so I can fly far far away from here

                                                           Haven't you always wanted to fly....

Wonderment

I created this poem the other day. I believe that sometimes we loose sight of who we are and what we stand for. I was having one of those days in which I was over exposed, over indulged, overly exhausted with outside messages. I finally sat down, and thought about what I believe and what I want out of life. Although this poem is nothing monumental, it has begun a spark in me to continue to search for the answers and always be certain on what I truly believe in.

Me
My dream is to be different

I crave to be unique

My wish is to set footprints 

While helping the voiceless to speak

Defined as a free spirit

With my wings I will fly

I don't care what others think

I just hope to thrive

For my work is not for them

It is for the one above

I want to make Him smile 

And always spread His love

I march to my own drum

I take the path less wondered

But where I will end up

My faith is that I'll be stronger

The beginning of the end

I often wonder when things end and others begin

When does the earth stop and heaven start?

How do snowflakes take place of autumn leaves?

Where does your body end and mine begin?

A death lives on in a beating heart

A voice echoes after it has spoken

A kiss remains on single lips

First love is engraved in a soul for a lifetime

Happily ever after is a dream

In the realness lies beauty

Imperfect masterpiece on smeared canvas

Colors greeting one another, no ending no beginning