Poem: Lost Again

The wind does not blow cold anymore.

My eyes only see things that are not clear to me.

I run to them as if the are bright as the sun.

Then I get blinded by the light of the things I thought I had.

When will I learn to live my truth?

I keep trying to find the hope that lives inside these walls.

Then I remember these are the walls I built to keep the truth from hurting.

The truth that nobody ever notices.

Not even me.

That my dream no longer has me.