Imagination.
What is it,
But the *mind's
Ability to
*Create.

They keep me up
All night.
'Cause I can't help
But wonder
What the golden rising sun
Brings me tomorrow .
What will be awaiting me?
I do not know.
And that's when
The worrying begins.
Will I lose someone I love?
Will I be strong enough to get through?
Will I be able to see the shining constellation of stars?
Will I be able to walk to my favorite spot near the river?
Will I be able to say I love you?
Will I be able to hear the sounds of nature?
That's when I
Realize,
Will I rise to a tomorrow?

I
Wear
A
Mask
Of
Lies.

I am not
The person
You think I am.

I am not that
Joyous, radiant
Girl.

Nor am I that
Playful, vigorous
Girl.

Nor am I that girl
Who laughed at every joke
Ever told.

I am but the girl
Behind those masks.

The girl
Hidden
Deep within.

I am but the girl
Who is
Weak.

Who lets the
Agonizing pain
Tear her apart.

Limb
By
Limb.

Who is
Full of secrets.

Secrets no other
Knows.

Secrets that threaten
The existence
Of
Me.

Life.

So
Fragile.

So
Frail.

I am but the girl
Who hides
Behind
A
Mask
Of
Lies.

I hold them
In my hands
Only to treasure them
Always.

They are but
The life of me.
They are but
The life of me.

Nothing more,
Nothing less.

I open them
Only to see
Words of
Beauty.

I sniff them
Only to detect
The fragrance
Only they
Behold.

They are but
The life of me.
They are but
The life of me.

Nothing more,
Nothing less.

Yet,
What I charish
Most of all.

The radiant energy
Of what lies
Within.

The thrilling sensation
Of what lies
Within.

They are but
The life of me.
They are but
The life of me.

Nothing more,
Nothing less.

Freedom
Means
The power  
Or right
              To act,              
Speak,
                               Or think                                
As one wants
                    Without                      
Restraint.
Freedom is being
Able to soar
In the sky
With the wind
Blowing in your face
Without having your wings tied.
Freedom
Is what we don't have enough of
In this world.