By: Briana Wasil
There’s a story of every person
And another you haven’t met
They take the form of voices,
Striving to invade your mindset
Like mirror reflections of picture perfect
remnants
Fused with dark shadows that light leaves
All the pessimistic agitations
Your mind just always seems to believe
When thunder clashes in your mind
And lightning booms within your soul
The wind rains with imperfections
While the storm shatters you as a whole
Your light becomes much dimmer
And you feel as though you can’t hear
Your floating on a tidal wave
That never seems to disappear
And a thousand other voices stand
Across from you on shore
But your more focused on the waves
And not sinking to the bottom of the ocean
floor.
If only you could open your eyes to the
vision that others can see
Maybe then you’d understand
How you look in the face of reality
How your story starts with you,
And the person you wish to be
Maybe you haven’t met each other,
but that’s a goal to achieve.
Like a broken fragment that’s only lost,
Cracked but still working,
It connects to form a picture
Of content memories reemerging.
When peace consumes your mind,
And the air breezes through your soul,
The clouds shape perfections,
While the chorus builds you up as a whole.
Your a flaming light in the world,
Feeling as though you can hear for miles
Surfing on a tidal wave,
Controlling all its dials.
And a thousand other voices stand
Across from you on shore,
Cheering and waving,
Watching as you soar.
If only you could open your eyes,
Then maybe you could see
How your mind is just a barrier
Between the person you want to be.