With each fallen dream,
I am scared to try again,
scared to find the pain;
my heart is full of scars,
how to reach for the stars?
Each time I fail to fly,
I fail a dream in her eyes,
yet I don’t pay the price.
As far as they now seem,
how long flies this dream?
how far does hope gleam?
Shared with Poetic Asides (Day 3, Scary Poem).
(’12, Nov 03)
Beautiful piece !!!
Thank you, GS!
Keep the flame burning strong in your heart!
I will. Thanks, Clarice. 🙂