My head is numb now,
The hours feel like days as I sit here thinking of what is, what was and what could be,
The road I took the road I am on the road I have never travelled.
Picture and sound play in my head, as I see videos of my past play out there scenes
Sometimes I am the hero, the sun shines on my back and all is well, my heart radiates stronger than the sun, with actions and words I heal and love.
sometimes I am the villain, I hear the boos from the crowd as all goes black around me and my heart closes itself to the beauty I destroy with actions and the smallest of words
Sometimes I am the victim cowering in the darkness as hero and villain fight for control.
Alone... afraid to ask for help afraid to show that i too am imperfect, weak, fragile, human
I close my eyes now and try to dream a perfect dream,
If it comes will I wake? Or will the dream dissolve?
Will all I have dreamt become an inaudible echo fading in the distance? Or can I live the dream, were victim has the strength to push the villain from my life.
To love to heal to cherish all that is important, and undo the wrongs that have led me to this place to this time,
This perfect peace I crave may not exist but I throw my stone of hope into the sea of life and watch the ripples grow...
Hope is in the heart of the hero
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