What will a bittersweet reality do?
when love and faith are tainted,
when doubt always cuts through.
A sleepwalk through the day,
and the deluded closes their eyes anew.
What can a bittersweet reality do?
to a mind convicted to its own room.
Seeing the side I've chosen,
becoming what used to make me fume.
And so the storm comes looming in fast,
but not the one from clouds.
The dreams of mine were always big,
but my nightmares are just as vast.
And so the wind welcomes destruction,
and the rain melts my shackles.
A friend is standing before me,
the cause of my reconstruction.
This is one of my first complete poems I made this year. I am aiming to inspire a different perspective to worse life events; to see them as opportunities for change, and as opportunities to learn about oneself. I am also hoping for some criticism or other perspectives. This is all I wanted to share for now, have an interesting day!
