She was, she went, she felt, she dreamed, she lived.
Tried, sowed, loved, hurt, weaped, triped.
No one's fault, life has grief.
Almost empty, trying to recover and build, she starts.
Lifts up, looks ahead and with hope walks forth.
The eyes express true will to thrive.
Her heart drowned in disbelief, a bitter sea of inner tears.
Only she knows the thick shield guarding her soul...
She is also her own sincere version of happyness.
The dreampt joy that doesn't exist.
The sublime rejoice in the paralel dimension.
It is as much truth as it is a lie.
Strengthening from in to out, she is determined.
Slowly, from the rebuilding of faith to believing again
that it has to be possible to be happy out and within.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário