Heart of Ash


There was a part of me that died today

That mustard seed of hope I once planted

That little girl that believed fairy tales come true

That all I had to do was think it and say it out loud

 Then wait it out

Yes, I have slipped inside my jacket of pessimism

And curl up to my own understandings

Mellow dramatic, yes indeed

But reality speaks louder than fantasy

And acceptance of something now will not happen

Has snubbed out my fire

 

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