Here, at last, are nearly all my poems I've written over the past several years.
I WONDER
I wonder.
How old is Old?
When is Tomorrow?
When was Once Upon A Time?
And when will we Get There?
I wonder.
How Old is the Universe?
Will the Universe End?
How did the Universe Begin?
And are we really Alone?
I wonder.
How real is Real?
How Real are we?
Is Reality a Dream?
And why are we Really Here?
I wonder.
How small is Small?
What is a quark Made Of?
Is our Existence like a speck of Sand?
And what are we really Made Of?
I wonder
All these things and more.
I am a Human Being.
My purpose is
To Wonder.
THE MASKS
I see the fires, long ago,
That marked the night of Samhain.
The year is dying, even as
The flames grow.
Around the fires, I see them -
Great strange creatures;
Moving, leaping, dancing.
Chanting.
How strange these beasts are,
With their bodies like humans,
And their heads like wild creatures.
Masks.
The masks are terrifying -
To scare away evil spirits.
Wild and unnatural -
To hide the people from harm.
Now the people are still,
Praying to the gods -
Thankful for the harvest,
Praying for a bountiful year.
So it is in life.
We wear masks
To hide ourselves,
To protect ourselves.
But in the end,
Take away our masks,
And you find we are all
Just people.
We are no better than
Those people of long ago.
Dancing around the flames
On Samhain.
NIGHTTIME
Nighttime.
Time when people are most like themselves,
When all masks drop away under the
Cover of darkness.
Time when magic has free reign;
For what is more magical than an
Open sky with countless stars
Glittering with promises of tomorrow?
And a big harvest moon in the country,
Next to an old house, evokes feelings of
Joy, and Wonder, and a sense of Life.
Time when Time itself stands still,
And even the dances of the
Stars and Moon only add to the stillness.
Time of joy and of sorrow;
This is Nighttime.
KNOW ME
1/01
You say to know who you are.
I lead a double life,
How can I know?
I need to discover,
I need to know.
I know my likes and dislikes,
My fears and dreams.
I know my friends,
But do they know me?
Yet they keep me whole.
I know my history,
The history of my people.
Longer than you think.
I know all these things;
Why can't I know me?
I know my music.
Music sets me free,
Helps me learn about me.
But it doesn't go all the way
Into the darkest part of my soul.
I want to know who I am,
So I can truly belong.
I need to be me.
What more must I learn?
I need to know.
COUNTRY SUNSET
6/01
Peeping thro' the trees,
Sparkling, on fire,
The only thing my eyes see.
Like a city, dreamlike,
High in the sky.
Not heaven, but
Our True Home.
Moving round the trees,
Yearning always for a better glimpse.
If only I could bend them,
I'd find the path before me.
Straight and open.
The pink in the sky
Is fields of flowers,
Where starchildren
Run, and play, and laugh.
Mists rise from the valley -
Faeryships departing this Earth,
Leaving for the City in the Clouds.
How I wish I could join them!
Leave this plane of hatred, and
Pain, and fear. Not as it should be.
Float away like the faeries,
Ascend to that sparkling
City in the Clouds.
* * *
The sun has set now, the city gone.
The pink is dimming, the mists fading away.
My heart yearns for them, for the sparkle
And beauty of my private retreat.
THE SCREAMS
Death. The easy way out.
I think of myself as strong,
But sometimes I'm weak.
It can't be too bad,
Can it?
No more pain
No more suffering
No more aching inside.
Pent-up screams
Begging to be released,
Waiting for eternity.
I don't dare let them out.
Even if I did,
Who would hear them,
Understand them?
Everybody screams
But no one listens.
They don't know
They don't care
They are already dead.
ALONE
I walk alone in darkness.
The path twists and turns,
Sometimes clear, but
Mostly dim.
Where do I go?
Am I still on the path?
Uncertain.
Sometimes I hear cries,
Screams, almost inhuman.
Sometimes the silence is deafening.
Which is worse?
I honestly do not know.
Piercing screams,
Total silence.
Frightening.
I walk alone in darkness,
And no one cares.
THE PIPER
The Piper calls -
Softly, sweetly, he
Calls.
Solemn as the night,
Joyful as the day.
Some don't hear him,
Won't or can't hear him.
But those who do will
Never rest 'til they
Follow.
I see him in the distance;
I hear his sweet song.
I know now I'll join him
In the end.
Join his army of
Silent followers,
As those before me.
BELTANE
4/02
So deep in the forest,
The ancient trees are.
There the sacred rites performed
Underneath the stars.
Clothed in robes of blue
I met the others there,
Garlands of new flowers
Were wreathed around our hair.
We stood in the circle,
Our hands clasped so tight
We could feel the power building
In the very night.
We sang the ancient song
And in the sacred dance
We felt the red blood rising
Far swifter than the lance.
We soon broke apart
Each couple in their way,
To lie in another's arms
Until the break of day.
At last the night is over
And the morn begins to rise,
The Beltane rites are done
And new life is in our eyes.
DARKNESS
Wandering in darkness
I am lost
Trying to look
For the way out.
Alone for years,
Lifetime of loneliness.
A tantalizing glimpse
Of light - my way
Is just faintly clearer.
It is a memory;
Indistinct, perhaps, but
Memory nonetheless.
Another pinpoint of light,
Another hazy memory
Opens up ahead.
They spark a joy
Deep inside my soul,
Unlike anything before.
A sound nearby -
It is another person,
Alone and wandering.
We meet, and are
Grateful for the contact.
Now we are two,
Wandering in darkness -
But we are lost no more,
For two souls are better than one.
STORYTELLER
7/02
An Elven maid sits down
As above the stars shine.
Firelight reflects in the
Flame of a gentle man's hair.
She weaves a tale from old,
Of the history of her kyn.
The tale is half-Remembered,
But flows in the telling.
Of Elvenhame and the
Corruption of her homeworld
She speaks, her eyes sad
But alive as her history is shared.
Lonely wandering, in a land strange still,
Yet reminding her of Home;
That half-Remembered place
Where the stars were born.
The wind is in the trees,
And the man glimpses the
Truth of her story.
The flames are dancing now,
In the fire and in their eyes.
Come, tell me, she says,
Tell me your story now.
MASQERADE
7/02
My life is all a masquerade now
My true feelings,
My very identity,
Hidden underneath
A mask of strongest stone.
None, my love, save you
Even know it's there
And not even you can
See beneath it.
It doesn't take much
To crack it, sometimes,
But always it stays whole.
For if the mask were to break
Then everyone would see me
For who I really am.
I must not allow that to happen -
I'm afraid, my love, of
What you would see
If you saw beneath it.
So let my mask stay on,
And my masquerade continue.
Someday you may help me
Set me free, my love,
But for now the hated mask
Is my strength, my protection
From the world outside.
THE DANCE
9/02
'Twas a Long-Expected party
and everyone was dancing;
all except Samwise Gamgee.
He was sitting on a stool,
clutching an empty mug,
and watching the loveliest
girl at the party.
Rosie Cotton was her name,
and she was dancing.
Sam was in love, but
didn't dare say anything.
Frodo Baggins knew this,
knew also his friend
wanted to dance.
"Go on, Sam," he said,
"and ask Rosie for a dance!"
Poor Sam shook his head and
said, "Think I'll get another ale."
But Frodo wouldn't take no,
and pushed his friend out
into the dance, into her arms.
Sam stumbled, but quickly
picked up the rhythm, and
flashed Frodo a big grin.
Rosie and Sam are married now,
with hobbit-children of their own,
but every year they celebrate
Bilbo and Frodo's birthday.
BEING GOTH
9/02
I wear dark clothing
(though never offensive);
and people avoid me,
thinking me tough and hard.
But really, I dress this way
when I'm vulnerable and alone.
It gives me strength, and
the people who matter to me
don't care what I wear.
Dark clothing say,
Don't Mess With Me,
and so I don't have to
put up with everyone;
they leave me alone,
and I am content.
It's hard for me to feel
vulnerable, in all-black
clothes, a collar, and killer boots.
And that is the point -
my dark clothing helps
make me feel open, awake,
and then there's nothing
in the world can stop me.
I am vulnerable still,
but now it doesn't matter.
MUSINGS ON LOVE
10/02
I don't believe in
love at first sight,
but when we first met
I knew you were special,
and it didn't take long
for me to fall for you -
you know the rest.
We've been through
tough times already -
may we have no more
such trials in the future.
For to be with you, my love,
is a heady experience, and
I never tire of hearing
you laugh, or of looking
into your eyes.
I feel alive when I'm
with you, and I carry
that glow inside me
for days after our
last meeting.
I value my independence,
and how I rely on
no one to make me happy;
but with you, my love,
it comes awfully close.
It's hard to believe that
two separate people could
be so similar, so close
together, and not be
meant for each other.
But perhaps we are but
two halves of one soul;
maybe that can explain
these strong feelings
I have for you.
So goodnight, my love,
and sleep well -
we'll be together again
in our dreams.
SECRET TORMENT
10/02
All is stormy and black,
inside but not out.
I present a normal facade
to the world - if a bit solemn -
but inside I am churning
with fear, worry, anxiety.
I cannot concentrate on
anything; I'm lucky
school hasn't yet begun.
I don't know whether
what I feel is premonition,
hope, or darkest fear.
I go on like this, and
no one knows - no one suspects.
You know, but you don't
know how it tears at me.
My best friend knows,
and says, "don't worry;
things will work out.
Didn't I tell you I
saw something between
you two, back then?"
So I hope still, yet
every night we talk is
torment for me, knowing
you are so close but so far.
It is hard, this waiting,
harder than almost anything.
I know I haven't a chance,
for long ago you told me
I never was part of the
equation, and I remember still.
When I am alone, sometimes
I cannot stop trembling;
imagining your arms about
me at long last, and then
imagining your arms around her.
Then I tell myself to stop,
that even if you stay with her
I will still have someone
who cares for me; it wouldn't
be the same, but perhaps
we weren't meant to be.
And then I can read
for a while, or lose myself
in a computer game. But
always it is in my mind,
and I will get no peace
or sleep until I know.
It is hard, and I am alone;
but I am strong, and
I will survive this,
no matter how the story ends.
DISCONNECTED
10/02
I know my soul
Is there - somewhere -
But I cannot feel
It. The connection
That is supposed
To be there, isn't.
I can't meditate,
Cannot concentrate
On anything spiritual
Without it, but
It's not there. I
Can feel it sometimes
- I think - when
I am with Nature
Or in a storm, but
Not enough for a
Difference. What's
Wrong with me,
That I'm not fully
Complete? Is it
Because I'm elven,
And cannot be
Connected away
From Home? Is
It because we are
Soul halves, and
Cannot be connected
Unless we're together?
Or am I just
Weird, a special case?
Whatever the reason,
Though I present a
Normal facade, I
Am lost, adrift
In an ocean of
Uncertainty and
Envy. I do not
Envy you so much
As that you have
Accomplished, something
I cannot, and perhaps
Never will.
I have no self-pity
Though; how can
I, when I have
Known nothing else?
It matters not -
I go on as I've
Always done, and
Maybe one day
I can be complete.
But whether I can
Be complete by
Myself, or whether
I need you, only
Time will tell.
WE
10/02
I saw you around,
though we didn't talk
much; it was your
laugh, your humor,
that caught my heart.
But I was young then,
with few friends, and
knew nothing would
come of it. Then
you smiled at me,
asking for a dance.
Could you really be
interested in me?
We went our separate
ways, not sure what
next summer would bring.
That week came, and
you were glad to see me!
Feelings grew - on my
side at least - and
what fun we had together.
But all too soon the
week ended, and
again we parted.
Your face, your eyes,
were on my mind all
winter as we chatted,
and a dream grew: that
we would be together
always, for you seemed
so perfect, so sweet.
Then came that fateful
night, when my advice
you wanted - two girls,
and I was neither.
You said we'd remain
friends, and I agreed,
and pushed my feelings away.
Camp came again and
it wasn't as hard as
I feared. I still hurt,
though, and sought love from
another. Deep down I
knew you hurt, but thought
it natural. Much later
I discovered my feelings
grew, and told you, scared
you'd leave completely.
I love you - and you
said it back. At long
last you wanted to be
together; and now we
admit our feelings freely.
Soul twins we are, and
may we always be
together, for weren't
we meant for each other?
RAY OF LIGHT
11/02
A ray of light stabs
down - through dark
clouds - and touches
a tree, russet-gold
in autumn
and for an instant
epiphany strikes
The Finger of God
Then the ray fades
is gone
and so the epiphany
Another tear in
the cloud is opened
but never the same
And the world
is again dreary
save only with
the memory of that
ray of light
INNER TURMOIL
11/02
Lost and confused,
unsure which way to turn.
Emotions churn
within, and there is
no logic in them.
Two women there are,
both very special, but
how can I choose one?
How can I do anything?
But what else can I do
- no matter what,
someone's going to hurt.
I seek advice from
my friends, pray
for guidance, but
no help is forthcoming.
Mental health suffers,
and surprisingly an
idea is formed - but
could I really go
through with it?
I give it some thought,
and though it's not
easy, it's my only
way out. But will
they ever understand?
* * *
Lost and confused,
unsure which way to turn.
I know I have
feelings for him, but
is it love? How does
he feel about me? I've
never felt this
way before, and
it scares me.
I've loved before,
and been hurt,
hurt deeply - can
I do that again?
I panic at the idea
of losing him, of
heartbreak again.
It doesn't help to
see my friends happy
together, loving
couples, though I'm
glad for them.
Will I ever find true
love? And will
he ever understand?
CITY DRIVING
12/02
The road twists and turns,
branching off and around.
Which way do I go?
I turn off at a likely
spot - alas! I should
have stayed on the main.
I circle around, following
the signs to get back on
the Interstate. Where I
get on, though, my
exit's already past.
So I go off, and try again,
hoping this time it works.
My head spins, I've been
on this road twice already,
but where's the Interstate?
A glance at the clock
makes it worse - only
fifteen minutes to go,
and I haven't even found
the exit! Finally I
get it right (traffic's
bad, though). My
ordeal is half over.
Now I must find the
place, and my little
hand-drawn map is no
help - I nearly run a
red light trying to
decipher it. (Oh,
my poor little car!)
Frustrated, near tears,
I finally call for
directions. After
much figuring out
where I am precisely,
going wrong-way down a
one-way street in the
process, I find the
building. No spaces
available in the lot,
so I park in the only
open spot on the street
and rush in - five
minutes late. (Didn't
miss much, though.)
Later, as I leave,
I spy a pink slip under
the wiper. What's this?
A ticket? Parked
facing the wrong way!
That's it - I give up -
it's all too much for
me. I get in and drive,
music turned way up.
I'll destress later,
though - now how do I
get onto the Interstate
from here, again?
SECRETS
12/02
Close enough to have
no secrets - yet we
always keep them. Be
it a budding relationship
or the end of one, the
sexual status of someone,
or even the latest
conspiracy to surprise
one of us - no
matter how serious or
trivial, we have our
secrets. Some of
them are known to every
but one, a couple known
to only two. Why do
we keep secrets
from each other? It
is hard sometimes,
knowing that another
should hear of it,
but sworn to secrecy,
so hard. We are close
enough to forgive small
wrongdoings, and more
open than we remember.
I say I will keep no
new secrets, but I
always do, and usually
willingly. What will
it take to trust one
another? What will it
take to share our secrets?
CURIOUS, HOPELESS
2/03
Living together.
It sounds so nice,
but am I ready
for it? I honestly
do not know. It
sounds so tempting,
but what if something
went wrong? I
can't help think of
what could go wrong,
and hope it doesn't.
And marriage... I
know I'm not ready,
of course, but I
like the idea. Of
being bound to
you, knowing that
what we share is
something only we
can understand.
Of the formal wedding
in front of our
friends and family
(though it be anything
but traditional).
I know I romanticize
it - living together,
marriage. And I
know marriage won't
happen for several years
at least. I know
I'm not ready for it,
but sometimes - maybe
often - I do wonder.
I even dare to wish.
But whether I wish
for that level of
commitment now, or for
time to speed up, I
truly do not know.
Perhaps I wish for both.
INSANITY
3/03
I feel shaky
nervous
hyped-up
spaced-out
I'm not on anything
- no sugar
caffeine
alcohol
or drugs
Lost, confused
Missing him greatly
But it doesn't
matter
Nothing matters
except fighting
my way back to
reality
No one knows -
it's all inside
and I am the
best at hiding
Solace is in
my cat, and
pain keeps me
grounded
for a while
Fighting to sleep
at night, but
fighting to stay
in control of
everything, or
anything
When will I be free?
When will I be free?
STORM LORD
3/03
Covered in ice
and snow, the trees
huddle together,
forced there by
the storm. Everywhere
I look trees are
cracked or broken,
power lines down,
houses dark and
cold. No power,
so we do without -
and the Storm
Lord's presence is
known. No phones -
and we marvel at
the world outside,
white and sparkling
even in death.
Even after the ice
is gone, after the
rain came and dried
out, the pines are
still bent. The
Storm Lord's presence
will always be known
here, for he has
forced the trees
to make endless
obeisance to him.
Bowing to his might
as a reminder to us
all - we are not
invincible, and the
Storm Lord is watching.
Patiently he awaits
the next time.
COMING ALIVE
6/03
With you I am
alive, freer than
ever before. You
give me so much
of yourself, make
me feel so loved
and special, it
never seems enough
what I give you.
With you the
darkness inside
is banished.
Even just writing
to you makes me
forget it for a
while. Despite
what you say -
words perhaps -
it's hard for me
to understand why.
Why you want me,
why you want us
to work. Why you
put up with me.
Curious combination
of self esteem and
self degradation
inside, I don't know
why. I only know
that you make me
come alive, give
me pleasures such
as I've never known.
This gives me hope
that I might overcome
the darkness inside,
banish it because
of you and for you.
I gain strength
because of it, for
if by being stronger
I am able to give
you what you deserve,
then that's all I
want. I gain
strength to accept
strength from you.
Truly do you make
me come alive.
LOST INSIDE
8/03
Please help me,
I'm so lost inside.
So confused.
Not about you, or
about us, but about
me. About my so-
called issues.
Is it part of me,
or because I'm
elven, or because of
my childhood? How
can I know? It's
not you, nothing
you do fuels this pain.
I think. Or even
if it is you, you
couldn't have known,
so it's not your
fault. Is that even
truth, or is it just
me trying to take
on too much?
Please help me,
but don't make it
obvious - I still
can't accept help
from a man. Why?
Is it because of my
upbringing, or my
independence, or
a bad experience in
another life? If I
knew, maybe I could
deal with it. Overcome
an obstacle. Confident
on the outside, inside
so insecure. Why do
you love me so much?
I simply cannot
comprehend it, cannot
apply my love for
you, the other way
'round. Maybe I can't know.
Please help me,
I want to understand.
I need to tell you
everything, to bare
for you my soul, but
I can't. Can't bear
your thinking me weak,
can't bear overwhelming
you in my problems.
Can't bear frightening
you away from me.
You say you'll never leave,
and I know it, but you
did that once before - and
you loved her, too.
Please help me,
I want to love myself
but the pain is so hard
to bear, and sometimes
I can't bear myself.
And if you can't help
me save me, then just
walk beside me and
show me you still care.
For I am lost inside,
and I don't know how
to find me anymore.
THE FOG
11/03
Walking through a field,
warm and sunny and free,
I look up at the sky,
blue beyond blue.
I look down again, to
see a white fog creeping
steadily closer to me.
My heart beats strangely
faster, in anticipation
or unreasoning fear, I
don't know. I hear
music, a silver thread,
wild and distant and
lonely. Walking towards
the fog, I feel drawn to
it, as though I must see
inside the white cloud.
At once it surrounds me,
envelops me in silence
and blindness. I hold
my breath, my eyes
darting wildly to and fro.
I hear that music again,
clearer and closer than
before. I turn, seeking
its source, but can find
nothing. I close my
eyes, and when I open
them again the fog
is gone, as is the music.
It is dark now, the moon
on high. But wait...
the stars are different.
Where is the Big Dipper,
Orion's Belt, the Pleiades?
I slowly turn, my eyes
still on the sky, curious
and worried, and then my
heart sinks. There
is another moon.
THE VAMPYRE
12/03
I wander the wilds of a
distant land, lost and
alone. I know not what
makes the noise behind
me, forever following
me. I catch a glimpse
of a shape to the side -
man or monster? Why
can't I see? Fear is
blinding me, dimming my
eyes so I can only see
outlines. A rush of air
at my back; I turn and
strain, still seeing
nothing. There! What
was that? A man?
Slowly the shape becomes
clearer as it advances
upon me. It is a man,
I think. My sight
begins to clear as
fear fades. Likely he too
is a wanderer lost in this
ancient wood. He comes
closer still and my
breath catches, fear
returning in an instant
to become sharp terror.
No man is he, nor monster,
but something worse than
either. His hair is long
and smooth, black, pulled
into a ponytail at his
neck. His skin is pure
white, paler than any
gentlewoman's breast. His
mouth opens in a terrible
smile, a grimace, revealing
sharp white teeth stained
with rust. He advances
on me, mouth open, black
eyes gleaming with lust.
Not for my body, no, but
for the red blood flowing
hot through my veins.
Closer, ever closer he
comes, filling me with fear
for my life and for my soul.
Closer still, until he
touches me, his skin colder
than ice, horror crawling up
my back. His hands grasp
me, one on my face, one on
my shoulder, and forces
me to bare my neck to him.
His lips touch my skin,
vile worms, then I
feel his teeth on me, ready
to bite. Only now can
I scream, but his teeth
are in my flesh before
I can do more than draw
breath. I writhe, fiery
pain coursing through
me, but cannot escape
his deadly grip. I feel
my blood, my life force
being drawn into this
unholy creature, cursed
from heaven and hell alike.
I become ever weaker, no
hope of escape now,
as I fall into Darkness...
I awake, gasping, to find
my skin whole and unbroken.
It was a dream. I look
to him lying next to me,
innocent in sleep. I
slowly lie back, savouring
the cool night air.
I cuddle against the hot
skin of the vampire I call
my own and return to sleep,
safe in his arms.
MEMORIES
6/04
All too soon our time
together draws to a
close; it's time to go.
I kiss you and say goodbye;
outside I am sad but calm,
inside I cry and want to
keep you from leaving.
Hating myself for letting
you go again, knowing I'd
hate me even more if I
begged you to stay. My
heart breaks as you walk
away, as it breaks every
time. I don't want you
to go, don't want our
time together to become
another memory so soon.
I sit on my bed, surrounded
by memories of you - pictures,
our wooden plaque, the books
you lent me. All remind
me that I'm alone, that
I'd rather be with you than
anywhere else. I try to
forget, try to lose myself
in my book or music, but
no luck. And really, do
I want to forget? Forget
your touch, the way you
laugh, when you say I love you?
I settle down in bed, ready
for sleep. I remember today,
and everything you said.
I remember all our times
together. And in thoughts
of you I drift to sleep, and
thoughts become dreams, and
dreams someday become reality.
MY PAIN
7/04
Seeing you standing there,
so close yet untouchable,
so close yet so distant,
breaks my heart even more.
So close I can almost
smell you, but I can't even
hold your hand. So close
I can feel your presence,
and you might as well be
a mile away. My body longs
to hold you, my heart
cries at this new aloofness.
I wonder. Is it so much
better to have you here,
unable even to hold hands,
than for you to be completely
away? I remember last year,
and especially our dances,
and think this is better;
but this is hard, so very
hard. Pain is in my life,
I can and do bear it, though
it's never easy. We've been
through so much pain already,
though, I hate any more I
must have. I miss you so
very much, my love, and
even now it's not good enough.
Not even curling up tight
can keep my pain at bay.
LOST AGAIN
9/05
Another dream lost, gone, banished
with your words on the phone.
My heart hurting again, no apology
even, this time. Even Mom hints
I should leave, voicing my deepest
fear. It seems I will always dream
of the probably impossible, no matter
how often I get hurt. I can't stop -
won't stop completely. Why do you
do this to me time and again, and
why do I do it to myself? And you
told me while I was still flying
high, ruining some of the new
memories, crashing me back down hard.
It gets harder to forgive and accept
each time; I'm terrified of the
future we don't have now.
I keep it hidden from all but my
closest friends, out of shame and
everything else, but it's so hard.
I don't know what else to do and
am denied from seeking comfort from
another. My soul aches but I have no
one to turn to, because the one I
should trust is the cause of it all.
FREEDOM
2/07
Freedom, now, complete freedom.
Freedom to go as far in life as I can,
freedom to feel and say what I want.
I find myself among like-minded friends,
people who love learning for its own sake,
and I slowly blossom in this wholly positive
environment. They don't judge my dreams,
don't ask me if I'm sure I want to do
this - they encourage me to do my best.
I am free, finally, to pursue my dreams
wholeheartedly, to make decisions without
someone asking, "But what about me?"
I can go anywhere I want, to continue
my studies. Anywhere. The very
thought is intoxicating, exciting. It makes
me push myself even harder, to become
that much better at what I do. I gave up
one dream of mine, to study in London,
because I didn't want to leave him behind.
I gave up other opportunities for the same
reason, but not anymore. I am leaving
him behind, as I pursue my dreams.
I have the freedom, now, to focus on
my passion in life and to reach for the stars.
What can't I accomplish, now that I am free
and more in love than ever before?