Dream Life

                                     I remember sitting on the swing in our backyard when i was eight years old, thinking about how strange it was that i wouldn't remember that exact moment in a few months. Eleven years later & perhaps the irony of it all is how clear that memory still is for me. i think about it often not sitting on the swing but just the messiness of memories and how at any given time, we can exist in a thousand different places just by brushing up against other lives. it's a scary and beautiful thing, don't you think? there are things we have said and done that are so easily forgotten, but somewhere, in some mind, they are remembered. i wonder about all the things i am. how in some stories i may be the conflict and in others, the resolution. how i might be nothing more than the girl who ordered a flat white with one sugar but even still, i exist outside of this body and...

                                  The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stand on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still an...

                                            I was never meant  to be kept in a  cage or anything that resembles one. I was never meant  to be trapped or enslaved by anything. including my fears or my addictions. I am not just meant  to fly...I am meant to soar. I must remember to  never let anything  enslave me. My life is too important. I am brave girl I was born to fly free.

                                                       So many people walk this earth, With purpose in their eyes, But in their heart of hearts they know, What they're living is a lie, The alarm goes off at 6am, Like every other day, So they can walk into a job they hate, Because they need the pay, All time does is take from them, But it never seems to give, Always waiting for the day to come, When they finally start to live, I'm all too scared that one day soon, I'll become just like the rest, Only walking with crowd, Because my dreams have been oppressed, That one day I'll look back on life, At the opportunities that I missed, And realize I never truly lived, All I did was just exist.