Where am I?
Why is the place so familiar, yet it feels so unsafe?
A valley where all my hopes and dreams have come to lay.
The stream of the river lives by my feet.
I try to move, but the shackles of my life keep bringing me back.
I want to push forward, but I always end up getting knock down.
When will I be able to get over the hill that so many seem to already have climb?
Have I reach my destination?
A place that I do not like, but must stay to try?
I want to be something that simply does not seem to be.
I guess it will just be me.
I tired again today, and I have failed.
This time I just could not succeed.
The door was open, but my feet were planted still.
I could walk away, but I my heart choose to go forward.
One step at a time is all it takes.
Maybe tomorrow they my feet will move.
I just hope that door is still open.
I need to stay, but I also need to go.
The pain of this place is better than the love it gives.
I need to stop the crying and embrace the moon.
The stars have given me scares, and the stares bring me to tears.
I do not know why this love is no more.
The pain is my friend and I do not want to see it go.
It has shown me the ways to grow.
It has also shown me that the wind does not always move the trees.
I think I must go but staying is worth the beating that hurts the heart.
I have given up on this place.
This place that no longer serves the food for my soul.
We grew apart and that was for the best.
I will always love this place, even if it hates me.
This not a storm that I want to battle.
It is one that I need to survive.
The challenges have gotten harder, and my loves have gone.
I do not know where to begin, but I do know where to end.
I want to be me.
The path to being free is full of bumps that you must take.
That is not my case.
My scars never heal.
I urge to belong in something that I no longer can call home.
This is where the secrets lie, and where the bodies have decayed.
My feet move, but my body just lays.
Why me is a question I can no longer ask.
Is this where I must parish, and fight to call it home?
This is only round 1.