some after the dreamer deceases,
Perhaps this is because the world,
restless and translucent, demands great things
from every individual.
However, the tragic truth remains the same:
some people can't rise high enough
to grasp even the smallest of expectations.
I used to believe I was one of them.
My hallowed bones would quiver in fear
at the thought of failing, of fading,
But Alas! I found my hope again.
One morning, I awoke to the sound
of birds chirping sprightly outside
and to a warm and soft bed;
to thoughts of a poem
that once healed my heart before;
to a poet who, as I, often found
the greatest enemy within her own skin.
I smiled to myself, my hands relaxed,
and I whispered to myself,
"Today, I shall rise."