I live within my hopes and dreams; when reality is right under my nose, I sitll do not see beyond my own world. I have been blinded by optimism, always hoping that my circumstances might change, but they never do. I am the girl who dances in the flowers. But it is really thorns, ripping on my clothes and skin. Blood pours and there is so much pain, but it goes unnoticed. I still dance my way around. I am the girl who dances on the beach, the water crashing against the shore and the ocean wind blowing in my hair. But it is really a desert, just the sun beating on my body. Somehow the heat goes unnoticed. My hopes have blinded me so much, but when reality hits my world, the painted flowers disappear and it shows the thorns, the blood, and my pain. The ocean recedes and the wind fades away. Maybe I can see those flowers again or find the a door that leads out of all these thorns, or maybe if I cry enough tears, the ocean will come back. No matter how much I look, or how much I cry, my world, my fantasy doesn't return. Even after my world is destroyed, I hope that one day someone may rescue me. Why must I always hope even when I know no one will come?
By: Kayla Valentiny
Posted by: TwinSnakes with her request |
Submission Name: "The Fool Within"
