Stuck in a place that I know before.
Thought everything would be better once I closed that door.
Looking back at the year that I had.
Thinking about the dream that let go bad.
Not realizing what I had was good.
Or was it bad like I thought it was too.
Trying to find the words to give me strength.
Then I look at the page cannot find what works.
Words that used to flow throughout my body like the sand.
Are now fading aways as sun goes.
I have lost my hopes.
I have given into my fears.
I have no longer the person I want to be.
When will the focus come back to me?
I am getting used to being stuck that I am starting to like it here.
I know that cannot be.
One I will be set free.