Chasing your dream

It Begins With A Spark

It begins with a spark Ignites into a flame It charges through your chest It fills your lungs Every breath you take burns within your throat Your eyes water Your head spins Your legs are too heavy to move You reach out... Hoping to touch something Hoping to feel something Needing to hold anything for support The tips of your fingers reach out a little farther It's difficult to see through the fog And then... Something is there Something to give you hope that not all is lost There it is, almost out of reach, but still there With one last belief in your own heart, you take that leap of faith And hold onto the one thing you believe can save you. You leap forward~ ~Towards Love!

Rescue

Do you know me? I hide within the shadows I run behind the wind I blend in with the trees Leaves stumble around me with ease. Do you see me? I pass you every day I walk in your shoes I glide behind you as you move I watch you move about your day I wonder what it's like to be you Do you hear me? I reach for you, but I can never get close enough I scream for you, but my words float above you, and are carried away I wonder why you can't hear me I wonder why you wont see me But, I will wait until you do For, I am that power you are searching for I am what you are always hoping to find, but choose to ignore. I am what you have spent your lifetime looking for Once you believe in you, then you will see me Once you find you...you will hear me. Once you know; you can do anything You will have set me free I am that power within you I'm just waiting for you to believe!!

Closed Heart

There's a door over there no one uses any more. Some have forgotten it exists. The locks were changed. Dust moved in. Not even a strong wind could get you in. The keeper cries, occasionally. For once she shared the beauty that was within. Till she learned it must be hidden. Now, she waits! No tears to shed, no laughter to hear. Everything good is gathered ~ in there. No one knows what she waits for. Maybe, not even she. Maybe a day when she might find, courage to open the door, and leave the key behind? Maybe someone good will see. All that she was meant to be. But, till then she guards the door. Never asking for anything more. Who is strong enough to see, The girl who hides behind a golden key?

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