Courage is to stand before you bare with nothing hiding.
Ridiculed for things that I have no options of changing.
Told to be like this, that, or another.
I am not my brother’s keeper in the hours he whimpers.
Pastel colors splashing over my dreams I see them still, but this reminds me of when I was little and my grandma let me dye eggs creating art on something that would only eventually crack.
I don’t say to you what my biggest fears are; so I stand in courage knowing this won’t be where I fall.
If I speak it long enough, and yell it loud enough I too will believe I am fearless.
Do I not appear faint to you?
My dreams softly spoken, as Shakespeare has risen to tell me there’s light yonder window breaks.
I failed to hear him loud and clear, until my time was near.
I can’t stay still, I can’t be silent, and I can’t ignore that this is all I have ever wanted.
Take me as I am, and I will give all that I can.
My dreams that I am souled on.-HonestlyFrank