Struggling to Accept My Life

IF I LET MYSELF CRY

How do I mourn the loss
of love that never bloomed?

How grieve the death of
dreams never meant to live,

Not fashioned of strong stuff,
born into daylight, made real?

How do I mourn what my soul
craves? Hollow fantasies

Wearing different faces in
dark mirrors, never mine.

Do I cry for what is? or
what will never be?

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