Whispers of the heart followed me here
Splintered dreams with muffled screams
With sweet serenity cascading into the abyss
A beating chest fueling sweated palms
Torrential downpours of anxiety
Seeping into this vessel
Drowning
But across the tumult I heard it
Where the whispers of my heart walked on water
Beckoning the roaring seas.

Have you ever seen
a misshapen cloud?
I think not.
So be like a cloud.

Like the stitching of vintage clothing
the colors always fade.
The memories of waning friendships,
tight knit they never stayed.
The rusted metal of once grande buildings
come toppling down past decades time.
So fickle is the inevitable,
and the burdens always mine.

There came a monster great and large
that charged the city gate.
With a rumble and a tumble
the people's courage did deflate.
No knights dared stand and fight
or else death would quickly come.
Til' a lone boy from town,
stood up for justice done.
He was small and unimpressive
with frail bones and skinny frame.
But in his heart of hearts there burned a courageous heroes flame.
He had no chance of winning.
Not the slimmest in the least.
But win or lose he knew that day he had to face that beast.
It was not about the fame for him
neither the fortune vast.
He simply knew he would be the first
and quite possibly the last.
So with a simple stick in tow
he charged straight forward to his death.
Call this ignorance or stupidity,
I call it rising to the test.

I looked within myself.
And down the wishing well,
I saw darkness.
We are all wishing wells,
wishing someone would give us a chance

We all want that end
A storybook final scene
Adults know better