Dawning Creations

~brittny woss

 

 

I see the world pass me by.

I feel my dreams drifting further and further away.

I am never able to make up my mind.

So fickle are my passions, coming and going like the rain…

 

I see so many different faces and lives..

I’m always looking for my next role to be sought.

I don’t stand a chance..

I can only play them for so long..

then I find myself bored once more..

 

Normally, I find myself hard to bore and then it happens..

slowly, and progressively, I pull away into the shadows.

I am not broken or crooked; I am just trying to find my way.

It has been so long, since I’ve come to this conclusion.

 

I am different, beautiful, and ugly all mixed into one little body..

I am not regretful for the things that I have done or experienced

because I am one that yearns to learn.

But even with this knowledge of myself, I am still wanting more, better, and stronger passions.

 

I am not lamentable. I am honest.

How I miss being easily amused, finding my muse just listening to breeze.

Those days are gone.

I have evolved and changed for the better.

 

Knowing all the people that I know made me realize

that I am not so different.

And that I am not so alone with my thoughts.

I realize now what I have not had the capability to comprehend before; everyone is different.

Everyone has a past.

 

Mine made me who I am.

For that, I am grateful.

Without my tragedies, I would not be as good or kind.

I would not discover the true way to love,

without going through a lot of pain.

 

Sometimes, I get tired of the day by day routine.

But only when I find myself tired.

I want to rid myself of all these responsibilities.

Papers that need to be looked over.

Bills that need to be payed.

Injustices that need to be fixed.

Assignment after assignment.

Work after work.

 

Sometimes, it gets really hard to keep the sunshine around.

But I fight hard because I would miss her too much.

I awaken earlier to be with her longer.

Until the cruel night, erases her from the sky with ease.

I have the moon; but not the sun.

Not my sun.

 

It gets darker earlier, now.

The days are shorter and nights longer.

I go about my day, everyday, it’s always the same.

When I finally get a break, I become tired from constantly running.

I cannot complain.

I like being busy.

 

I want to play a role.

A better role where I can do what I want.

I want to do impossible things…

all I can do is contemplate them and wait

for my understanding of what is in store for me…