Like A Dream Catcher

Blowing in the breeze ever so beutifully, like the grace I appear to have when I keep smiling.

String wound so complexly, like all the things Iv gotten myself into the last few years.

Feathers hanging exposed for everyone to see, like they did when I decided to rise instead of run from my mistakes.

Beads placed in specific patterns, like the priorates I now have.

Hanging above your bed just over your head while you sleep,like my memories dangle above mine never letting me rest.

Dream Catcher  


#I Am...Scholarship Slam

#I Am...Scholarship Slam 

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