Oh, would that the words
from this page could rise
up and paint me the picture
they portray.
Then, whisk me away
and surround me with
their promise of love
and safety.
Words are my friends,
keeper of my dreams.
They walk with me in the
realm of fantasy.
They support me on
stormy seas. They give
me hope that someday,
someday will come.
Take me from this world
of daily sameness into
your world of wonder
and challenge.
People look but don’t see,
people hear but don’t listen
In your world, all things are possible.
I can be me.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
Oh, would that the words
from this page could rise
up and paint me the picture
they portray.
Then, whisk me away
and surround me with
their promise of love
and safety.
Words are my friends,
keeper of my dreams.
They walk with me in the
realm of fantasy.
They support me on
stormy seas. They give
me hope that someday,
someday will come.
Take me from this world
of daily sameness into
your world of wonder
and challenge.
People look but don’t see,
people hear but don’t listen
In your world, all things are possible.
I can be me.
Hope for youth...
