Inside My World

All I wanted was to see my world change, to see the day in a different light.
Grime and grit and dust,
covering everything that once glittered,
I'm hoping that I can see them shine again.

Someone tell me how I let it get this way; treasures I've kept all turned dull,
the fire of my passion burned out.
It never even raged to an inferno.

Pity how I sulk, letting this world place its weight on my shoulders.
I've become that jaded work horse, ready to be put down.

Yet a voice, a single voice kept telling me to push.
All I had to do was push.
I'd be free from the chains, but all the pushing and pulling, all the dragging, stumbling, fumbling and fussing, all the yells of anguish and all the roars of anxiety have just placed me two steps farther back.
That voice,
that voice which sounded so sweet, told me to keep pushing.
I wish it didn't.

Air.
Let me breathe.

Mind.
Let me think.

Heart.
Let me believe.


Let me believe for some little reason that I'll have faith once more.
Believe in what that voice had said, believe that all this struggling is worth it.
Believe that the world is filled with colors I've never lived in.

Still, until I can have that faith,
grit,
grime,
dust.
The lackluster world I put myself in is reality.

Hope.
It shines brilliantly.



Written by: David C