I am your worst fear. I am a dream come true.
I hold the secrets in every thought, in all you say and do.
I can break you down into a devastated mess,
Or I can raise you up to reach the highest of success.
I can sweep you in my arms, but I fear that you don’t know,
That the moment you stop holding me, that’s when I let you go.
I can unleash bitter torment or beckon peace to heal,
No matter what it is you think I am, you can know that I am real.
I can show you all the very things that you don’t want to see,
And angle them the way I do, so they change drastically.
Oh, but don’t you trust me to keep your heart from feeling pain,
But I do promise that through it all I’ll be there to explain.
I’ll never say you won’t be afraid, for in fact, I terrify.
But if you give me second chances, I swear I’ll make you fly.
I am a door that opens to all portals big and small,
But I am prisoner just to you, who holds the key, that locks them all.
They glory in my name. Each desires to claim my wealth.
I am rarely desired, and sometimes revert, to a means of random stealth.
Still I am locked from all the people who are terrified of me.
Within your heart, you hold the key…I am discovery.
Posted by Shyannah on April 27, 2012
What a slow and painful death, that feasts upon the mind.
A forced betrayal of hope and dreams is leaving them behind.
For fear of anything fear grasps, and longing to be free,
But thinking that dreams are fools toys and choosing them to be.
A sacrifice of what could be for those things that are sure.
Never taking a chance to lose, for something new and pure.
The passion of a broken heart, a corps’ fate will reach,
For never growing warm with life and lessons it could teach.
In the end it’s a sad soul who tucks his heart away,
To never feel the icy night nor feel the warmth of day.
Who steals the vision from his heart? It is his dream that dies.
And all for a betraying comfort of a moments compromise.
Posted by Shyannah on April 25, 2012
A child’s heart has much more faith than reality can conceive,
But somehow, from child to adult, we forget how to believe.
While to a child someday means it really will come true,
Yet to adults it means the thing’s too difficult to do.
Sometimes someday becomes a means of clinging to a dream,
That we still hope, but don’t believe, we ever will redeem.
The phrase someday becomes a means of hoping while delaying.
And day by day as we day dream we find ourselves saying,
Maybe someday I’ll find time to do that thing I love.
I’ll change my habits and be the kind to dream and rise above.
Maybe someday I’ll find the words to mend the hurt I caused.
Regain respect, forgive myself for all the things I’ve lost.
Is it a shallow hope to lean on? A dream that’s not yet here?
But if you have lost your faith than all that’s left is fear.
Tomorrow always somehow melts each today away,
And someday could be lost forever, if you’re not living for today.
Dreams come true when you live each day like there’s no tomorrow.
Bypass regret and fear … and chance to live a dream not borrowed.
A dream can change and grow and you will grow too in a way,
When you realize that this very day can be your sweet someday.
Posted by Shyannah on April 21, 2012