By Faith Powers

I wanted to give up.

Let go of my body and let go to sleep forever.

Positivity recedes.

Pessimism supersedes all beliefs. 

I lost though at held my body.

The gravity thou at lost.

Then I heard a cry.

He called!

The long dead dream sprouted.

Planted dreams, blossomed.

The Ray on my skin. 

The dying flower.

Rose and danced again!